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from Karitane Postcards
20
Cycling round the curving harbour from Port
Richard on his red geared mountain bike
me an old B.S.A. Raleigh Sports cranking the rhythm
a dialogue of hurts by living waters
sun touched grass and trees livid after rain.
These points of departure in a dream of sleep
hulks we pass I’ve seen in paintings bright as today.
I give advice as fathers often give
what better than silence I say an example of silence
in the face of changing and unchangeable things
thinking of none I yacker turning the rusty cogs and chain
a talk of gulls the low boom of a heron
images of a personal contact I reach for
the hard to hear voices moving inside.
[Karitane Postcards, Hazard Press, 1991]
© Rob Allan 2004 |
