Wednesday, February 4, 2015

SEA CALL - Hone Tuwhare

On The Track To Whale Bay Northland NZ - Photo Alden Smith 2015

SEA CALL - Hone Tuwhare

Let the radio pip and shudder
at each dawn's news

Let the weatherman hint a gaunt
 meaning to the chill
and ache of bone:
but when the new moon's bowl
is storing rain, the pull of time 
and sea will cry to me

And I shall stuff my longing 
in an empty pack
and hasten to the secret shore
where the land's curve lies
clad in vermillion - and the green
wind tugging gravely

There let the waves lave
pleasuring the body's senses:
and the sun's feet
shall twinkle and flex
to the sea-egg's needling
and the paua's stout kiss
shall drain a rock's heart 
to the sandbar's booming.

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