a river of stones - July 31

I saw the world today

in that single moment

I looked into

the sparrow’s eye.

a river of stones - July 30

in the dark night sky

above the stadium,
a lone seagull circles

in the spotlights

then fades from view

a river of stones - July 29

staring out the window

at the light in a puddle,

reflecting on the reflection

through light's refraction

a river of stones - July 28

7 am outside the bar

he staggers

or was he dancing

to the music

still ringing in his ears

a river of stones - July 27

a clear evening sky –

now ready for bed

I hang my hat

on the hook of the moon

and switch off the stars

a river of stones - July 26

24 hour internet cafe

the attendant

nods to stay awake

as his Farmville crops wilt

a river of stones - July 25

snow covering the hills,

sleet on the windshield,

the wet road

does not dampen

the van driver's enthusiasm

for speed

a river of stones - July 24

winter evening –

my breath mixes

with the steam 

rising 

from the soup on the fire

a river of stones - July 23

smoke tumbles down

the tiled roof,

in the morning mist

droplets hang

beneath the branches

a river of stones - July 22

waking,

my  alarm clock plays  

a classic rock radio station –

memories of

my first car

a river of stones - July 21

early morning,

it's dark,

overcast,

forecast for heavy showers,

he wears his sunglasses

on top of his shaved head

a river of stones - July 20

clear night sky,

the Southern Cross

Orion’s Belt –

Boeing 737

a river of stones - July 19

        at the wharf, a

        row of shiny new

                identical silver cars ready to be shipped

               to new owners who want to express their

                     individ                                  uality

a river of stones - July 18

walking up the stairs

of the car park,

the faint remnants

of graffiti –

the smell of fresh paint

as there was

only a week ago

a river of stones - July 17

a poetry reading –

outside,

cars drive down the hill,

oblivious

to the poet's words

a river of stones - July 16

walking along the garden path

a fantail keeps me company

hoping branch to branch

feeding on the many insects

startled by my movements

pausing, I look down

and reflect on the many lives

lost beneath my feet

a river of stones - July 15

    in the dark

             early

      morning,

        an empty

               can of

           energy

      drink lays   

          crumpled

      in the gutter

a river of stones - July 14

just above the horizon

the moon

takes full credit for its glow.

such falsehood!

it merely reflects the sun’s glory

a river of stones - July 13

winter day

even at noon

my shadow is long

a river of stones - July 12

running across the street

his grimace

provides no protection

from the rain

a river of stones - July 11

gale force winds

a trash can

is transformed

into 

an umbrella stand

a river of stones - July 10

arriving home,

the rain clouds

momentarily  part –

the Southern Cross

a river of stones - July 9

the birthday party,

eighty years

and her rocking chair

is merely

an ornament

a river of stones - July 8

Outside the Army Museum,

a boy clambers over a tank

– it’s all just a game

a river of stones - July 7

winter rain

pounding my roof

and the Karearea call


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a river of stones - July 6

before dawn –

blue, green, red,

yellow and white 

 – colours

of the harbour waves

a river of stones - July 5

On the way to work

I pass

the same people

on the same corners

at the same time –

A discomforting

comfort  with such

familiarity

a river of stones - July 4

the shortest day

is now behind us,

snow

on the Rimutakas,

make nights

far too long

a river of stones - July 3

dawn –

splitting the darkness

from light

a Ruru call

a river of stones - July 2

under the overcast sky

even the river

appears grey

a river of stones - July 1

the new moon
is still
the same old moon