Tag Archives: earthquake

uncertainty (13 March 2011)

23 Aug

I am standing
on the precipice
looking

the tidal wave is slower
than you think
but the momentum

the momentum … how is it
that chaos sounds so deep
like the earth

the earth shifted
into a completely new
configuration

I remember the first time
death met me –
losing a best friend

can make a religion crumble
and all prayers
meaningless

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uncertainty (13 March 2011)

23 May

I am standing
on the precipice
looking

the tidal wave is slower
than you think
but the momentum

the momentum … how is it
that chaos sounds so deep
like the earth

the earth shifted
into a completely new
configuration

I remember the first time
death met me –
losing a best friend

can make a religion crumble
and all prayers
meaningless

impermanence (21 April 2011)

26 Apr

Christchurch
it’s easy to see
when you pan out
impermanence

#

if a city can fall
a marriage can fail

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the sacred sites
were made of bricks
and they crumbled
when the earth stretched

#

there are rocks
like castles
that house the new congregation

what does it mean? (05 Mar 2011)

25 Mar

this time people died

I want to turn to the sages
the crones of astrology
the priestesses of druidry
the kaumatua of Maori

and ask for an explanation

what does all this mean?
I know they won’t take
the trauma away

I know they won’t offer
a panacea of words
but as I look in their direction

and they point me back
to mine, I see they have left
a little clue

today; a picture of a massive ice shelf
broke off Aoraki mountain.

It looks like a crystal.

* [related poems: tag:earthquake] *

would we hear? (05 Mar 2011)

23 Mar

when the earth quakes
would we feel the build up
the way we feel a contraction
or a holding of energy
would our nervous system,
our psyche
our spirit
alert us to the earth’s pressure

would we hear the cicadas stop
their singing? would we notice
the restless dog
or the reluctant child
to go down for a nap?

would we see the sensitive
among us
acting strangely?

would there be any clues
any cues
would we notice them
even if there were?

would the trees tell us? the river?
the birds? And at night, would
the ocean, the wind share the secret?

Found poem – in conversation.

guilty (05 Mar 2011)

23 Mar

I feel strangely guilty
that they never knew
it was coming and
never intended it coming.

We do.
We live on that line;
not if but when.
That big one was meant for us.

we chose to live here (05 Mar 2011)

17 Mar

see, we chose to live here
on the cusp of the fault line
like we’re holding
two lands together

like Kapiti holding
the lay-lines
and the chief straddled the sea
to find sanctuary, we chose this

duel tectonic
polarities – earth water
the principled, the flowing
the fear, the strength

the silent, the out-spoken
we chose this burden
as our offering
we took this tectonic

movement into our care
we sit in the lap
in the contractions
and wild orgasms

of the earth

we put our house here
our streets, our railway lines
we sent all our machinery
down and she rolled with us

we chose to live here
between her thighs
as she gives birth
we are her midwives and her doulas

we chose to attend
to this sacred
service

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