A road along two blocks of kauri
pathway to somewhere I knew
night and the mountain are merging
black ice out there on the blue.
A track on the edge of the cliff top
like a wild cat leading me true
a rope on the gate of the old place
black ice out there on the blue.
no house with a bed, no sack in a shed
some fruit on a tree, a song going free.
A bar between river and ocean
a bridge of tears long overdue
soft sigh of shadows on water
black ice out there on the blue.
Renée
