Sport 40: 2012
Uretiti
Uretiti
Maybe I grew up here but maybe I got no older
like I can walk the length of this beach
can run from campsite to industrial lights
like El Segundo where I once lost
Rosie’s bikini bottom to the waves
like Ravensbourne where we drove
the night I finally kissed Jo
three, four, five years ago
when I came to this country alone
with no sense of myself or my future
Now I can walk this beach again
can run with my eyes on the sky
and no matter how far I go, Orion stays still
getting no closer or farther away
like a photograph set before a treadmill
But if I continue long enough into the night
at last, on his own, he seems to rise
and the stars behind become bright
filling in the empty spaces until
all the shapes have changed