here's walking on water:
two rugged cliff faces,
white crests in between
here's walking on water
on water
on water
my head floods green
with a generous gift
from the man with / out his pounamu
(his green talisman shifted itself
while he shifted green energy with green plastic...)
... and I think about touching
your quiet ribs,
your hair gently at the edges
of my smiling face
and I feel green,
not with envy, but grounded
green in the earth
my head is misty, like
a morning in the tomo,
drinking elixirs and inhaling smoke
in the portal.
