Auckland Poetry

Is it the same,
when you go from the place
you call home

from place to place

never go
from here
your clothes fit like furniture

your eyes are on the sun
rising

I dreamt about the world
how it spins so terribly.
I dreamt about the world,
Rationally.
I thought about the world how it, rotates
from out of view.
I thought about the world
Then me , then you.
Then me , then you.
I lived upon this world
I lived for but a second in time.
I lived upon this world
That was yours , then was mine
That was yours , then was mine.
I fell upon this world it spins, so
terribly.
I fell upon this world
I was once you, then you where me.
I died upon this world.
Now I rotate so out of mind.
I died upon this world.

C/W John A Duffy 2005

The Sage

Oran, Algeria I stood on deck as the ship docked,
on the pier an old man, tall and thin, dressed in
what appeared to be pajamas kept looking straight
at me. So penetrating was his eyes that I had to look
into the sea. I knew he was a holy man a guru, but
why was he looking at me? Was he trying to send
me a message; when I dared to look up and at him
he had vanished and I felt a sense of deep loss, had
I held out my hands met his eyes unafraid, he would
have given me his wisdom, but for my fear I spent
years in the wasteland before finding my own bitter
insight: In the sand of time all footsteps are erased,
but the hum of the seas tell me of a deep harmony,
I need not fear the tomorrow.