glass

glass

the estuary
this morning
was melting
out of glass

into blues of sky
all along it

the trees the houses
on the shore and
further up stood
as shadows

between

the sport of it

the sport of it

you read the
best guide to
field hockey
ever written
practiced ‘flicks’*
and ‘pushes’ against
a wide plank in
the backyard
read
Rod Laver’s*
own story so
you too could
grow up to
be the greatest
left-hander in

blue into clear

blue into clear
for Keikei

Blue Spring, Putaruru, photo by the Enchanted Birds

saw the
waters as they
swiftened under
the onward beat
of rain drop
through my eye
felt cold in
the hand as
i trawled for
these words in
river sand to
let them rise
and run in
voice….
they say
these waters
need a century to
rise through earth