5-3-97 bench write

Wellington, NZ

Morning sky, clouds on a fast track
Sunlight glow softens all edges
Green hills stacked with homes
Draped like necklaces made of Monopoly buildings
The cold chop of the water looks almost inviting
My glasses flare as the clouds roar by

The flight delayed, I can still write
Despite the loss of day and early mornings tiring
There is an ease about this place
A clear harbor the foundation for many crafts
And children wander by not seeing the beauty

A heart left in pieces all over the world
Not broken but dispersed in special places
A sliver colored like Paua rests here on a beach now

Now that I have reason to keep some at home
And to share the locations
Where I’ve left and found
What makes me who I am