what she knows

what she knows

wayfaring seed
of the wayfarer
bush
rested here
on the way to
some new earth
took root for
better or worse
in against the brick
a bush that houses
Little Cat the
pocket map
of tiger.
here behind
the grass
what does
Little Cat
know?
the thread of
cool that runs
along that
painted brick out
of the glaring
summer sky,
the things
she counts out
between
the leaves and
leaf shadow
like tabby mottle

floating

floating

lay
not in a
drunk
lay
just in
ease
on grass
in that mown
gully above
the fall down
to sea
the island*
out there
that floats
into and out
of reach of
land
with the tides
a smoke line
of mountains*
writing a scroll
along the sky
beyond waiheke

the wharf

the wharf

Acknowledgements to the open user group WallpaperFlare for use of this image.

the water
slurs
the floated
syllables,
the shorthand
of cloud,
the worm-leeched
timbers of
the wharf,
of cable,
of tinted glass
– a tabled ceramic
of storeyed offices –
they overlap
each other
swift as a blade
slapped over and