A Change of Scene
The Kea powers through a soft sea
for twelve minutes; we disembark
in Devonport and wonder what to do.
Aha! I spy the i-site centre, pick up
map, heritage walk - self-guided -
and a sense of purpose: to explore
to make a friend of alien history.
I shock myself with a capacity to
climb a steep, muddy extinct volcano
to the top; the view is predictable
but the amanita muscaria reproductions
disguising vents to wartime bunkers
are worth a photograph. I watch the Kea
and sink into a soft sea of unclocked time.