I take some time when I can to sit at a lookout and look out at the Waitemata harbour that graces Auckland City. when I see it, its always different and it always moves me. It's a natural beauty, a natural wonder amidst the hustle and bustle of a cityscape. So I wrote a humble, bumbling poem (a Psalm maybe, but not quite).
Day after day, season after season, change after change
The only constant its ability to take my breath away
Moody grey and dull cold silver,
Sparkling blue and flashes of blinding light
Resting still and calm,
Ruffled and beginning to stir,
White capped and writhing as if winded
Lined by the silhouette of house clad hills
Embraced by Green sunlit slopes and mimicked in window glass bling
The busy mechanical ballet of container wharf
the constant rush and pulse of coastline city arteries
At narrowest point spanned and bridge girdled
The shimmering fingers of toitoi calling Harae mai and welcome to the wandering wind
The graceful symmetrical rise of volcanic cone
In inadequate reply, the arrogant thrust of skyscraper walls
Boats wharf-side riding the tide,
ferry’s scurrying,
Yachts bowing to the breeze,
A homeless man sleeps with million dollar view
Lovers grab rails and bask in each other, loving it all
Tradesmen stare from vans eating lunch to radio blare
My soul pierced and filled, My spirit lifted and fortified
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Love it! You have a gift, Howard. I really miss the Waitemata Harbour. You are blessed!
ReplyDeleteHelen Calder