I notice the beauty of the black road
and the white lines shining
in the wet night-varnish
now setting at dawn.
I’d slept good, for where it was,
the Karori Sports Club porch
light on all night, and the beautiful
restraint of the Alsatian
police dog and his fit
pacific handler waking me,
bristled snout right up at
my covered head, silent,
sniffing, disinterested even,
leaving me to it, and
it rained on all night, and
now the sky is bluing, and
I’m walking to an indoor pool
where I’ll swim an empty lane
for 40 minutes, perform
crisp flip-turns, the water
parting un-parted
at the spring off the wall,
the light of the rising sun
I hope will find some water
near me so that I’ll swim through
the different brightnesses.
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Thank you, Peter. The karori spot was a reliable port for Wellington weather.
How brightly splendid, Dean, and how it reminded me of sleeping nights of my own on hard bench and awkward car seat.