Spin spin

planets, stars

hum around the edges

of the galaxy

the same incremental shifts

of light

reach our eyes

millennia after

we circle each other

orbits slowing aligning

around the twin suns

of our hearts

sit, write, gaze, ponder, consider

look, look, look here at the sea

rhythmic waves pulling in and out

do not squeeze your soul into a church

a building

let it roam over the surging waves

your bare feet in the stones

I have pummelled into sand

for your feet

come bathe your weary bones

in my waves

and sing me into your spirit

Seaweed curls

words of interest around us

conversations snatched and borrowed

second hand scouting

these are the things I shall gather

into my kete slung over my shoulder

unashamed scavenger

of shells, seaglass, seeds, faces 

saved for later

handheld and warmed treasure

a secret cove

composted memories

layered along the beach

sand piled

a surfer collecting waves

along the…

Last ditch cicadas 

in this summer of roiling earth

we are torn

from our bones

and the ground beneath us

shudders and groans

its restless frustration

to the windless night

Hills perched with houses

bush crouches

barely restrained

by our fences and garden plots

I crash land somehow

like the kereru

in the trees across the gully

reinvent myself today

in this transient city

cast about for reasons to remain

rediscover instead 

insistent thrumming

and unyielding hunger

for the changing horizon

will I alight long enough

for you to peel me back

and pull me…