(Cosy Nook, Southland)
From somewhere else, you have your way of arrival
and departure, an announcement then a refusal to stay.
My appearance, more calculated and planned, yours
a drawing in, a creation of perpetual motion. Both
of us here now, to sigh and gaze
in turn, inside this day we both untie.
Again you settle, time and time, only to leap away
with the sun, to finger and thump the rock and ache
for any brow of land you find. How we could both
agonise over what has come and gone, but then all of us
who come to stand by your side,
leave. As if you care.
No loss or grief ever halts your heart's beat. I stand then
with family at my back, both the dead and the living,
as real as your salt-breath that breathes in me
and through me, over and under, and you
are the sky, the field,
the cold, cold hearth.
Kay McKenzie Cooke