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  • To call the present moment home
    because you are there
    and are then
    even if you arrive
    puffing a little
    having run
    from stillness
    to the crowded carriage
    on the thought train

    arrived again
    at the station

    the train pulls up
    and stops
    when I pin
    Poland to my past
    three generations exiled now on board
    cattle trains having taken them away
    in the night
    but now not locked in the dark
    with only shreds of light and air

    and here to my future pinned
    a piece of place, window out to the sea
    where each morning blood trills with light and air

    I know when I lay down to sleep
    this evening
    in Ahiaruhe
    on the Ruamahanga River
    I am arrived home
    down the gravel road
    across lives
    the hurt no longer carried
    and neither hurtling from the pain

    In this tree house
    in such a place
    hills across the river plain
    dry like a
    fur of faded sand
    on a lioness
    under relentless heat

    On this side of the river
    there are still the dark kanuka languid swaying
    the breathing lungs
    that surround this earthheart home
    yellowgreen harakeke, flax, plaiting warm air
    lapping against the deck
    tiwaiwaka, fantail a flutter circles around us
    pursuing dinner on the wing

    long summer
    long dry
    but not yet parched here
    deep rooted kahikatea
    finding and still fed by Oruakakite stream

    and my love and I finding
    our feet
    our place to stand
    now again
    standing under kowhai's gentle lace
    and with totara proud
    and by titoki's pixellated light
    all here
    offering us
    this deep drink
    in grace
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