just out of reach
the delirium of
the ordinary


 

misty rain —
a branch dripfeeds
my ears


 

autumn coda . . .
a reverie of paw prints
across her briefs


lengthening shadows . . .
an undertaker moves
under a plantain


 

the wet dreams
that fall from wind-torn leaves —
a young night


 

greyscale dawn . . .
the yesterday forgotten
again today


 

blowing itself over the sea,
there's no place for winter wind
to go back


 

prism break . . .
red white and blue leaks
through the cracks


funeral vigil . . .
eternity yawns between
each 'Hail Mary'


 

a parson bird sings
in both the present
and the past . . .


 

in silence
in the gap between breaths
. . . a fantail


 

across the valley
drift ancestral voices;
with each rise and fall
of her still sleeping breast
moonlight enters my breath


 

how absurd!
a pukeko alone
voices it


 

winter rain!
is this the rhythm
of a death poem?


 

all day rain . . .
darkness now soaks me
to the skin


livid sky . . .
a river narrows
inwards


 

bitter wind . . .
the suburban totems
leafless at last


 

stormy night . . .
rain sounds flay me
bit by bit


on the living
and on the newly dead —
wintry rain


 

polar storm . . .
a taste of darkness
without end


 

the wind darkens
within my listening —
longest night


 

icy veins . . .
the wind parts a way
to the deep north


 

winter storm —
the sound of one colour
blowing still


 

late spring . . .
a bull snuffs out
the flowers


 

breathless dawn —
a mosaic of leaves
lighten up


dawn breaks out
in tongues of fire . . .
frosted earth


 

after dusk
in a muskrat's wake
primal slime


 

swaying reed —
the flutemaker reads
a closed book


listen!
the sound of grapes
being crushed


all at sea
a lone pigeon maps
the way home


 

wintry night —
streetlights overlap
shapes of me