Gone to Kuranui (for June – toku tuahine)
a sun blazed hour
where your smile returned
idling, dawdling – such grace
along the sands at Paekakariki
where ancient sea smiled
and hills watched
how they shone sister
like these – as green as the sea
rosary beads
her mother, she said
had thought it proper
from her to me
my daughters mother
thank Christ – the gift you gave
and blessed be
the orphaned waif
small leaden feet – ungodly fate
the trembling mouth
too scared to speak
of things only she would know
off down the road
no earthly goods
nothing really (of which
to speak)
but duffle bag of shame
driven away, cast aside
flung to sodden curb
now left for dead
Kuranui angel – risen to fly
one teeming winter night
©Orion Foote, 2016
Journey of discovery – very nice