Two Double Sonnets for Catherine Inspired by our Recent Trip to Various Sites Around Golden Bay with a Local Pakeha Guide
1.
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
partly because, I'd been there before; after a while, it feels like the only thing you get from it is loss: every lover is less a love, just like every location is less of a home. At least, that's how I sometimes see it; at other times, it feels as if each place has different friends for me and every move brings a different home. It's all about how you take it, Catherine; and I'm not sure how you get that right. I could tell you how it's helped a lot to remember what my teacher said when he said you can think of coming back to the breath like a kind of coming home; I could go on about Odysseus, whose homecoming was only complete after decades of wars and wanderings - not to mention loss of friends, and loves. But I think the only sound advice is to keep an open mind, and stay alive to moments such as these, driving up a winding road 10 000 miles away from home, in a place I've never been before and on the stereo, the cheesy music singing Welcome Home.
2.
From Te Waikoropupu to Harwood Hole
We used to swim here as a family, but now you can't even touch the water. The Maori just declared it tapu - that seems to be a recent myth. We drove up deep into the hills, and walked into a shady wood where we were all surprised to see a cluster of trees in a shadow of snow. I'd taken it for fallen light but I guess that that's happens when you leave a shadow overnight to develop for hours in total darkness. And soon we were clambering, picking our way between roots and rocks; then the rocks got bigger and suddenly we were at the hole. Promise me you'll grab this tree, you called, and I made sure I did; I held it tight, and gazed down once. At a safer distance, we tossed in ice and counted the seconds before it crashed; then gingerly, we took our pictures; though none of them captured the awesome drop. I'm not afraid to admit that hole scared the bejesus out of me; in spite of which, I'm glad they haven't put up any barriers, since, myths or no myths, I've good reason to be convinced that place is tapu.
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