Summer comes to settle its weight on the southern hemisphere.




out of the depths
the sound of swords beaten
and war no more
it is seen –
the shape of the cloud
when it was
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
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?
who am I?
a waft of waves
stills my breath

am I to be the words no more

open hand . . .
her call curls out from
the unheard
advent silence
speaking our language
my heartbeat
on mesolithic time
once more
heaven-sent . . .
vernix enfolds the word
whispered in doubt
midsummer night
the moon hangs about
like a suicide
oh the joy
dust from the big bang
in my lungs too
here we drown 
with our words
silent night –
a divine sadness
to be borne 
see these wounds –
God's creating word
in the flesh
in the gap
between breath and touch
all is hush
daughter buffalo
I too would die
to words
deep-down dark
the burden of self
yet to die
moon-lashed sea
no more what it seems
in stillness
a child washes away
from her death
word made flesh
the birth of silence
echoes still
no more mind
just the ebb and flow
of a sea