Silhouette statue
on a gliding board
gives lie to the glass sea
that neither buckles
or ripples
in the face of the wind.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Silhouette statue
on a gliding board
gives lie to the glass sea
that neither buckles
or ripples
in the face of the wind.
It’s been a long day
and now my eyes
are heavy with sleep
and longing for the
sweet relief of a soft bed
and a warm body.
This smile, this youthful swagger,
was born to outlast numbered years,
to create eternity out of time,
to capture that long moment of joy.
It was a long trip into the city,
into the hospital;
they caught it early,
they said,
on the short trip
home.
Oh how time passes
and the children
build on time
and the woman
weaves yesterday together.
Was it only yesterday
we passed the cigars around
the broken circle?
We gathered at the hall
in Onekaka
to bid him farewell
only yesterday.
Was it only yesterday
our salt tears
trickled down
into the whisky glass?
The urgent red lights
and the thump of the chopper
broke our hearts
only yesterday.
Was it only yesterday
that the gate closed
and the gate keeper
left his post?