Archive | September, 2009

the opposite of staying (13 Dec 2008)

22 Sep

it looks like a child
called Brazil or a children’s book
in possum creek
I can create the world

I want children to see
and taste and be
compassionate as a way
of living

it looks like living
in a community of nomads
to earth, we hunger to belong
and say something significant

like love is the only known
and here we move to and from
and always within
lighting and touching

vast tides of possibilities
like the single drop returning
to the ocean and seeing the journey
to land is contained

and moving to a greater pull and law


staying (13 Dec 2008)

22 Sep

intentional community
invites and open doors
for all sorts of reasons
like an old wives gathering

and sharing favourite recipes
and there’s too much cauliflower
so you’re just gonna have to help me
eat it, and this video isn’t due back

for a week, so feel free to borrow it
and I know how much you
love your boyfriend and you just
need to gush all about him

and now we’re helping build
his compost from scratch, he showed
me how to hammer in my first
nail and saw stuff like a pro

and so it goes in an organic
sense, we are a tribe across town
sharing each other’s dreams
and spirit

for something larger than the whole

the opposite of travel II (13 Dec 2008)

22 Sep

it looks like chance
encounters on familiar streets
an invite, a new face, I fall in love

(it’s only love
at first sight
if you recognise it)

I didn’t call it that because
I didn’t expect it to happen

in my backyard
(so to speak)

when you find someone
at home and so obviously
in love

with here, does that mean
the opposite of travel
whatever that may be…

the opposite of travel I (13 Dec 2008)

22 Sep

it looks like a van parked up
on the side of the road
choosing a bay into the sun

away from the wind
– not necessarily choosing
neighbours – they come

with the view, the wind
sounds like the New Zealand flag
across the road – a sow-easterly

contemplating the tide
coming in, wind and water
both want refuge

in the jaggery rocks and all the trees
are pointing in the direction of home
where the seagulls fly

and two hours away my boyfriend
will meet me having extended all joy
and passion on to one little surf board

smaller than a van (just) and we
shall continue down the road
as if we had no place to go

except a setting sun to watch

after we shout (01 Dec 2008)

22 Sep

it was such a grace in amongst
the blurry breath and a clogged up nose
that a giggle escaped
sounding louder; how perfect is life

and diving deeply again
into salty sobs, we find air
in the ocean, and find the ocean
tastes of tears

the shock (1 Dec 2008)

22 Sep

it was more the shock
like I fell in the middle
of an angry midstream
gesture and there was my face
whacking into the back of your hand

it was more a shock
tactic of movement
concentrating all our frustrations
into a single point, a single second
dissolving on the bed
in a heap, face covered
in hair, in tears
coming from somewhere much deeper
than time could dig up

it was the most natural affair
to be crumpled together
abandoning who’s right and who’s wrong
and this doesn’t fit and maybe it could
have been done this way and feeling
so far away from our centres
and to see that our hearts
could not tolerate

must! (25 Oct 2008)

22 Sep

like the air full of moisture
not yet rained
like the kitten watching her
  twitching tail

like the vows poised at the
unfolding ‘I do’, we must
  (come together)

it already is

it is not a must that says I want
no desire sits behind what
  simply is, a compelling

natural order, a twin soul
completion, this Must! is a continuing
to be

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