8. a poem that includes a path, a trail or a map
Oneroa to Matiatia, Waiheke Island
Deep shade, thin trees
sunglasses off, the light
golden-brown.
Feet quiet on clay -
cicadas click, hiss.
The slightest clack
from my back pack
startles.
I step carefully; he
who overtakes, jogs
on silent feet, light.
Here the path is cracked
the cracks increase in width
in number. Dry clay stubborn
in semi-tropical heat and
humidity.
This path is his path
his country, the road
never far away.
While I continue to tread
carefully, he has gone, fled
like the centuries his people
created noiseless paths -
running tracks.
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