Another Day

 I met a man upon the beach
 One steamy summer morn'.
 He was quiet and calm,
 And as we stood and watched -
 Another day was born.


 As the first rays touch our chests
 I turned to look at him once more.
 His hair was long,
 His feet were bare,
 His robes were wet and worn.


 He turned to me a gaze that pierced,
 Then filled me with content.
 His eyes were deep
 His face was calm
 His soul was on display.


 He invited me to share repast
 We sat and watched the rising sun -
 And ate his fish
 And ate his bread
 And drank no finer brew.


 Conversation flowed with ease
 As if brought upon the gentle breeze
 We spoke of things
 That summer dawn
 Which calmed my jagged mind.


 I walk that beach now ev'ry day
 And feel the same sweet peace -
 As nature flows
 And the ocean sighs
 And seabirds eulogise.

Sieve (haiku)

 

joyfully I stretch

arms wide to catch the sunrise

dark mind disappears

Murmur 3

On any still night

When the clouds are low

And the city lights,

Create an orange glow.

 

You may perceive it.

Maybe not in the first instant

But with time you might

Come to notice the remnant.

 

It’s the noise that’s left behind

As society goes about its business –

The machineries daily grind.

It’s an eerie, almost silence.

 

You’ll know it from the time

You’re sweetheart touched your hand

In that crowded five and dime

The murmur, the only sound that remained.

 

And as you stand at sea’s shore

On this calm, steamy evening

You can hear it once more,

The hum of lives out there – living.

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.