My childhood home.I returned this month for several weeks to my roots in the deep north of Aotearoa / New Zealand visiting childhood memories and re-establishing contact with relatives I have not seen for over forty years.





sanctuary light
my shadow settles back
into itself
noumenal night . . .
a new moon obsesses
all over me
grave matter –
echoes of Prague
thunder by
Bastille Day –
a storm front blasts in
from Antarctica
changeling child
true blood of my blood
full of night
all at sea
a wind-tossed path
laid bare
gathering storm
we birds keep singing
until we wake
the silence
before and after
this silence
each breath
left justified
in the air
the air still to be
breathed into