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

again.

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.