Back from a walk to the ridge
'There,' I said at last, as we stood
looking back at the weather again, half
the water crinkled now -- an old man
smiling, 'is where the pa of Te Hiha stood
he could see anything coming --
of the harbour.'
We'd left the beach in stillness, and
returned to a stiff breeze.
Poem revised May 22
Tuesdays are my poem days and my bush-walking days, but not today (sadly) for the walking - I have a meeting to get to. Poems, yes. Tuesday is always Tuesday Poem day for me and has been for three years. After you've read 'me' - do go to the Tuesday Poem hub to read a wonderful poem by a poet who is UK born to Guyanese parents - Fred D'Aguiar. I read his poem before I started on my poem again last night (written a couple of weeks ago and left to brew) - I think my poem is talking to D'Aguiar's don't you? The title especially.