comings and goings

         comings and goings

first thought
full-tide
took days
to return
knew later
it was a
moon thing
could sneak up
on you that
same very
day again
later knew
you could set
your dreaming
by it let
yourself be carried
on the fullness
of it just a
matter of
hours
time after
lived an
inland
life
the sea
an out-of-date
calendar picture
seahorse
mounted in
the antique
shop

my grandfather
kicked it
an afternoon
the news like
a canvas pavillion
put up overnight
on the school grounds
wind flapping
at the flaps
inside the elephant
hypnotised and
hoisted up poised
on the clown’s
forefinger
no audience
just sparrows
ruffling feathers together
along the benches

such news
time by times
after
become
just a
coming
a going
of that
distant
unremarked
sea
a door
to the
wind’s
pavillion.

evening, 8 june, 2013
picton st., howick

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