by Lake Tekapo, South Island, New Zealand, 16/03/08
I carry around a residue of sadness
Left over from some past sorrow
That I can never pin down.
This film around my heart
Has remained. And remained.
And I’m past prodding or poking it,
For still, it remains.
And now, in this post supper state,
This beer and brooding moment,
I breathe deep.
I breathe in the turquoise beauty of the water,
The playful swirls of the clouds,
The grey-green thereness of the mountains
And breathe in the now
That will never come again,
And revel in its respite.