Monday, September 27, 2010

30POEMS IN 30DAYS

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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