Summer Squall

summer squalls hurl rain
hard against my garage door
wind finds cracks
around windows and doors
screeching it’s successful entry


on days like this
I feel most alone
and strangely
most at peace


clouds are whipped
across a duck egg sky
and the sun peeks now and then
to ensure the land remains
refreshed and clean


on days like this
I feel most alone
and strangely
most at peace.


my thoughts travel
on seaside fragrance
to familiar and sometimes fantastic places
as around me
summer continues


on days like this
I feel most alone
and finally
most at peace

Drifting

Alone I drift
Through a life of change
Seeking no specific answers
Reacting only when necessary. 

The constant flow of time
Sometimes quicker
Other times painfully slow
Marks my passage. 

Sometime I drift
In thoughts
And dreams

Sometimes I drift
In simple black and white
And then in colour

Sometimes I drift
In meditation
and sometimes in confusion

Sometimes I drift
On clouds
Of ecstasy and pain

Sometimes I drift
And build
Fantastic structures

Sometimes I drift
Alone
And at peace

Sometimes I drift
In ideas
Of transcendence

Sometimes I just drift

Aotearoa

Brash young mountains,
Flaunt their snowy caps.
Calm, time and weather worn hills,
Shepherd the crystal rivers
Towards an ancient sea.
Fertile land supports,
Ponga, Kauri and Black Beech.
Kakapo, Takahe and Kiwi,
Patrol temperate rainforests.
Above mighty coastal cliffs,
Albatross soar, while below,
Yellow Eyed Penguin
defy the surf; and nest.
This land administers.
She sustains the spirit
Of all who witness these gifts,
Under a sky streaked,
With a long white cloud.