Sport 42: 2014
after Maui and Manhire
It can be quite a stretch to haul
the north closer, given that great trench
in between. After lunch we
caught rides on a succession of
straights, a crooked thread line
of far peaks stitching our plains to sheets
of clouds. Only the closed mouth of
the evening vessel stalled us.
Now, among ponga overlooking
the sound, my torch shines on a thin
book she packed. It’s about our known
universe (her tutor said). How we all
live at its edge. In one poem
the word Coromandel really sticks out.