Huka Falls

Waikato invites

the wanderer
to wonder

after Oruanui’s
majestic
outpour.

Hukanui.

turbulence
climbs the narrow gorge,
the dense foam
shifts,
slides,
pulling and pushing
through the acid
volcanic
rock.

i stand
on the bridge,
looking down,
taking in
the sublime
magnitude of that
milky blue
stain.

Huka Falls.

nature’s beauty
made into
tour bus fare.

it has taken
one day
and a half
for us to
get to this point.
via Aratiatia
after the yellow
belch of Rotorua.

and here
the black war
looms.
the hostile
treads through my
head and
i hear its
roar.

and now,
you are gone.
and now,
you are long
lost
in the green
hay grass

by Huka Falls.

Full moon in Hoi An

Flickers of green in a land of silk.
River on the right, of the bike
Wind rushing through free hair
(On the way to the waves).

Watching the blue and the white
Whilst women dangle trinkets.
Buying – to help, or, to hinder –
(As an american approaches).

Engaged in a book,
But soon conversation moves me,
Questioning myself, questioning all
Political views in the world.

Talk turns to debate, turns
Turns into excitement. (Investigation!)
Watching the swinging silks
Of pink / brown / yellow.

Walking by the riverside--
Over the Japanese bridge and beyond
Drinking the bottle of wine,
As the monkey watches on.

Talking of nothing, of something, of everything;
I was walking in new pink sandals whilst
Pushing the night out
To its essential limits.

Lanterns dangling overhead as I was
On the exhilarating ride home.
Bright silks lengthen
The full moon moment.

cape reinga

trying to cast the spirits away
but nothing’s left.

his sad old spirit stayed where it was
a continuation of the memories
a continuation of the ghosts

a continuation of the remembering.

journeyed against time, against wind.
pushed to the edge of the edge
and for what?

for an empty promise never resolved.

the winds pushed them, held them on the cape
trying so hard to fly away, leave this world behind,
but the gripping hands held them back.

after fighting to get to the ends of the earth.

the ends of existence,
the rock face wouldn’t let them be.
paralysed feet, they held onto that hard rock,

unable to move, unable to speak.

she looked up to the white sky, searching for God,
clinging onto a hope that she wasn’t sure remained.
searching around I found emptiness.

the dirt roads carried them to our goal.

with a vehicle soon to wither and depart,
with the good mood, it withered and departed,
with the wish to live, it withered; departed.

like the spirits cast from the tree at reinga -
might love rise up and leave us in the dead of the night?