24 Jars

Out of twenty four

There was left not one more

On the flat

By the crack

That's where they went

Back

To a fraction of a whole

They fell, did not roll

The ground they hit

And were instantly split

I've Been To A Place

I've been to a place where the waves are mean,
where the sand glows green,
where the sea grass whips tall and lean.

I've been to a place where the seagulls play,
where the rocks fill the bay,
where the sun hits the water in pastel rays.

I've been to a place where the surfers go out and the seashells come in,
where the children grin,
where the drunks drink their drinks and swallow their sins.

I've been to a place where the sand flies bite,
where the stars shine bright,
where the moon holds the scars of the Taniwha's fight.

I've been to Te Arai.

Bad Forest

Walking through forest
I hear leaves crunching underfoot
Flames licking small children

The High Line

At the tops of the shortest trees in this concrete jungle.

I am above the streets that are peppered with thoughts and opinions of the people who live in this city.

New York, the people's city.
The High Line has expanded.

Further, further in both directions.                        
                                                                          
                                                                                I am below the sky.
                                                                             So blue on this dark day.

              Does it reflect your eyes...?


On the path ahead peeks the rusty tracks that have been re-born in this project.

The trees and flowers,
                       the buildings,
                                   the culture of this place.

Walking inside visions...
                                           
                                                I have been inspired.