meandering

recently i travelled to aotearoa
it began with some vague sensibility about something and nothing
thinking nothing really, but some lines and fuzzy black cloud castles
i felt hanging
i felt like i had holes to fix
and darkness to face

then i entered the web of me own mind
it was a bit chaotic in there
oredered and churned
mixed on mountains, fused in whanae
blessed and cursed all at once

it's always a bit messy
the poetry was profound
the speaking even more painful

then i left
and sat in the bris-bane sub way
as the trains burned i waited and wiated
fixated by commuters in their underground
a world of no sunlight
i was patchy and delirious

reality seemed orderd to me really

then i flew home

lines, triangles, webs and icicles later

i realise that i am far more at home

when the ferns unfold

when the sun shines

and fire burns

but i like drawing

i like giants

i like X

and being silly

so there