Auckland Poetry

A Short Visit  Hadn’t been here for thirty years, not since my brother’s funereal, the cemetery was bigger now; but I knew his place was near a big stone with “Chief engineer Olsen engraved; fifty years dead and he was still an engineer. I didn’t find brothers grave maybe his stone had sunk, the ground was soft with all this digging; standing still my feet sank into spongy soil. Must have gone in circles three times I came to Olsen’s grave; finally I gave him the flowers, I’m sure brother didn’t mind. Left, trying to remember his face, couldn’t, but I have a photo of him in an album. Squally wind threw rain about I could see the bay its water was gray and edgy, a ship was leaving harbour, pity the seafarers heading in to a storm, pity us all, never told my brother I loved him      

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