Rangitoto
You emerge,
Upwards from water,
like the hump of a whale.
Like a grass-stained knee,
breaking the water surface in a bathtub.
But your smooth greenness,
belies your dirty red rockiness.
From Takapuna’s shore,
I can hold you in my hand.
But adventuring to your summit
feels like forever
when you’re a child.
I remember walking
in dehydrated step
short legged.
Red,
with prickly heat.
You can’t even see anything,
most of the way up.
Its just another bush walk.
Until the top.
And then,
all this effort expended,
for a view
that’s a dime a dozen anyway.
Copyright © Anna-Kaye Forsyth 2006
