Breach
First check your meniscus
then step into the air
where Bluff lies silver-grey
in calm seclusion,
Sky oyster silk like kissing
when once we used to touch to scent
each other's skin soft
as a thistledown clock.
Tomorrow the daylight hours turn back
towards a colder quarantine,
when trees hiss through their teeth
and sunlight leaves the deck;
This winter, to write at the outside table
I'll wear my old fur coat,
'Pichanaki' penned in some elder hand
on the note left in its pleated satin pocket.
Cilla McQueen
Motupōhue
April 2020
More poems in ‘The view from here’ series
The view from here — Ian WeddeTakahe — Bill Manhire
Cilla, writing — Elizabeth Smither
h e l l o a n d g o o d b y e — Michele Leggott
Between Shingle Creek and Fruitlands — Brian Turner
In these troubled times — Vincent O'Sullivan
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