from Karitane Postcards
More than a lifetime the slow mind enacts
Huriawa I set the world local.
I saw the kahawai shoal flicker
I saw the container ships waiting at the Heads
for high tide to fill the harbour
I saw the lights of the city
tucked in the coast at night.
I saw Buddha carved by the sea in yellow limestone
dissolving slowly into other forms I cannot read
the famous blowholes of Huriawa
where the lovers fell leaving the pathway to nui te po.
A naming imagination flowing fast through my childhood
keeps me going in a believable world
and a continuing story where you come in
already started I had my ear to the green door
in the back street of the picture theatre
I could hear the action on the screen
and the darkness all around.
[Karitane Postcards, Hazard Press, 1991]
© Rob Allan 2004