Though the clouds fled from your armpits
in spectacular foggy spirals, he gave me red dust
compacted and thrust above the curved earth. Below
I saw the Early Ones warm their hands over fire
offering up babies wrapped in skin and blood;
I saw dingos and camels and dust. When I returned
you showed me the folds of your cloak, olives
gingers and greys slain with purple gashes. I fell among
the prickly matagouri that smelt of pink and tea
and woke in communion with a white gentian.
I stayed with you and named your parts: turpentine,
tussock, scree, kea, karearea, odonata zealandica,
who, in-spite-of my efforts, flit irretrievable incandescent
over the braids of the Deception.
Faithful to You, Te Tarahaka o Kaimatau
1 December 2013