Summer comes to settle its weight on the southern hemisphere.

 

 

 


 
memoirs
from an interlude
ending spring
somewhere
in morning mist
the wordless
new day . . .
again fingertipping
the void
lips synch
to days adazzle
in tongue
earth to earth
the wonder of now
on its own
all things considered
night's stellar insouciance
brings me down to earth
lost to light
my solitude awash
with the sea
eye to eye
the bottom line
still there
out of the depths
the sound of swords beaten
and war no more
it is seen –
the shape of the cloud
when it was
breeze-wrinkled
my creek reflection
clear the headstone –
in time this breath also
summer clouds
the gannet's dive
a life without language
before it's done
what's left of me . . .
a half moon haunting clouds
took my breath away
moonlit sea
bound to me in this ditch
of ownership
receding tide . . .
my negative capability
left high and dry
after rain too
the sea has no colour
of its own
up, down
a leaf adrift
and not
ceaseless stars . . .
no end in sight
for the pathos 
midnight hunt . . .
every pulse pledged
to the prey
with the moon
Kapiti out to sea
nothing else
grave silence –
a distant fantail
barely heard
night falls on 
                  night falling on 
            a dark sea
with age
the deepening pallor
of the moon
sky-opening
my eyes upon the light
an oak concealed
breath stop
between life
and death
still life . . .
all my colours
from dusk
dead silence . . .
an ancestral wisdom 
in so few words
still us –
sounds aflutter
enter the light
awake again . . .
has dawn recreated
the am I was?