Landscape Lines



Wind rustled thoughts
In grass heads fringe
Life at a distance.
Fat wood pigeon
swish cuts the air
From five finger to dark hill hugging manuka
Wind pulls low threaded sounds
Through overhead pathway power wires,
Intimate and expansive
I'm a traveller in the moment
Guest of a slice of time.


Hopes and dreams circle
My connections to this land
Tuned to bell bird stories
Sung from ridge to bush,
and voices of children
carefree in play exploration
Somewhere beyond the trees.
A land with a thousand voices

Present and past.

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