Annais M Allen's Page

captured thoughts
bleeding
across the panorama
of my mind
a white page
to fill in
leave track marks
to show
my slow progression
in time

if i could count
the times you both spent
teaching me to read
between the lines
of human nature
sifting amongst word image relics
from which to make
sense of the world
to live with integrity
there would not be
enough stars in this galaxy
for each moment in time with you

from amongst the headstones
in the cemetery on the hill
overlooking whakataha the sacred mountain
and waitangi the sacred river
the crescendo of the piri wiri tua brass band
rendition of paloma blanca reached its final note
as i walked away from the body of my tupuna
laying in the grave

bags packed and children asleep
in the back of the isuzu
slowly driving along the pot-holed
dusty unsealed road
away from tauwhara marae
toward state highway one
i remembered the tupuna saying
we've all got a pl… Continue