#43 Nau mai rā

– I feel a June chill sting my bones.

I meet a strange land in the stillness of the night:

I find my bones longing for the damp, cold, chill.
The kind that lasts through grey endless months of dreaded wet weather.
You know.
– where long white clouds give way to dark grey skies.

I find my heart warm to endless summer days,
The kind that lasts a whole day.
You know.
– where long white clouds adorn blue skies.

Silly moments harbour memories.

I miss wet socks
I miss damp jumpers
I miss sitting in the warmth of coffee shops
I miss having something in common with the other half of the city

– The city.
I miss the city.
It’s noise
It’s sights.
It’s smell.
It’s taste.

Drifting into the still chimes after midnight,
I find myself reciting Dave Dobbyn
Yes tonight I am feeling you under the state a strange land,
And I hear the voice of a woman with her hands trembling

Haere Mai
Nau mai rā

Come
Welcome home

@ Hans Lee

 

 

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#39 A Journey Back Home (Poem)

I wondered
Into the day
To find where I belonged,
Leaving time and space before me,
Feet after feet
– A growing distance.

In front,
I was drawn into eyes,
Shimmering beneath blistering sunsets.
Each time wondering,
Whether sunrise would bring me back over the horizon.

And I held my breath.
Each time,
In belief that dawns beauty
Would steal my breath away.

– Each time,
It almost did.
But each time,
I found my feet,
And caught my breath,
Each and every time

– Grasping on tight
To that part of me;
Still wrestling wild,
For a missing
Part of me.

At noon,
It came in cups of smiles
On plates of tears,
That asked me to stay.

Each time,
I almost did,
But each time,
I caught my breath,
And found my feet,
Each and every time

– Searching for the next step.

Only this time,
I stepped back.
And saw me standing there,
In the shadow of a silhouette,
who had lost its way.

And so I turned,
To find my feet,
Leading me home,
To where I never left.

I feel a June chill stinging my bones.

@Hans Lee