Here’s looking at You, Sea
The sea excitedly inciteful is outrageously
including itself in amateur theatricals again.
The waves are like
white fringed layers
of green carpet, unfolding.
The small focus I have of them
from my constricted
viewpoint is impressed
on my imagining, roll-on mind-film,
Their continuity of ebb, of flow,
lugging in sacks full of pipi, kutai,
tuangi, kina, tio & karahu – to mention
just a small line-up of the
succulent bounties of the sea
that are life-giving – gives me pause
as well as time, for a prayer
of thanks to you, Tangaroa.
Wind & current, however, are mischievous
play-mates. When a decision
is made for them to insert
a speak-easy-spoke into the
sea’s water wheel works then –
O then, drama abounds for sure,
and the window to the sea-ward
side of my crib begins rattle-screeching
an order for me to ‘Come out! Come out, Sloth!
And witness this!’
‘Uh huh’, I say.