Wednesday, 7 April 2010

the figuring out of the sky

Photo taken somewhere between Oamaru and Kakanui, Otago, New Zealand.

This time we halt
the car's pointing nose
and I take a photo
of something, what exactly
I can't quite fathom, maybe
a fenced-in softness
to the grass or the sound

of a shuffling deck
of clouds. We are unsure
of where it is exactly
we are headed, but glad
to have stopped, caught
what I imagine
to be the love of a tireless sun

heading west, again
the tractor purring
along the fence-line,
that check of the lie of the land,
the figuring out of the sky.
We think we'll try
for somewhere

in the next town.
Or maybe not. Whatever
the outcome, this day's
soft mouth is to blame
as it turns to our easy pull
on the bit, canters
on into night.

Kay McKenzie Cooke


Catherine said...

Kay, this is quite lovely. The "fenced-in softness of the grass" is beautiful

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Oh, this is absolutely beautiful! This is a winner! Every word is perfect.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

(But I don't want you to think I am overly gushy!).

Mary McCallum said...

ooh lovely - the sense of mystery and pliability...

A said...

I love the way you see the world Kay.

Kay Cooke said...

Catherine - Thank you very much. I enjoyed trying to put words to the photo and remembering the time of day, occasion, atmosphere etc.

Joyce - Gush away! Thank you. :)

Mary - Thank you ... I feel chuffed that you sense that in the poem.

Agnes - Thank you so much.

Greg O'Connell Poet in Schools said...

"a shuffling deck of clouds" and "this day's soft mouth" vivid, evocative...a fine gift of a poem. =)

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