One by one
they enter the field
as you open the gate
of your attention:
the hard curve of stone on sole
the multiplication of shapes
constrained by
a universal geometry of line
completed in the laying on
and layering of colour
against an almost defined backdrop
where your feet are leading
you
can consequently enter yourself
oriented and orienting
as compositions come and go
in bigger acts of composure:
In the next nanosecond
so to speak
the prior sense is taken
possession of by name:
this strutting, brushed back feathered
beady-eyed, brown neck jutting weka
the high flying, harsh calling, red flashing kea
the clear noted, green, dip and arcing bellbird
the sheer wonder of it all
the realm your body knows
as a wholeness
displaced by satisfaction:
of sorts
