Sunday, July 26, 2009

A rainy day poem...

A quick post today. I've been in Auckland sorting out visas, and meeting up with R who is back home after three weeks - hooray!

It was raining (!) when we got back to our little city - so I think it's appropriate to post this poem by Hone Tuwhare - enjoy!


I can hear you
Making small holes
In the silence

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground

the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops

But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see

you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me

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