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Sport 39: 2011
Secret Location
Secret Location
For the party they are taking us to a secret location.
Somebody aims a camera as I stand on the jetty.
My body isn’t aware yet that I need to be ready
to move both my feet and take myself
onto the boat which is taking us now
to the destination. It is Christmas again
and we’ve forgotten
how the sea becomes new:
light comes suddenly to its surface:
the water fills with glowing circuits.
Last year my eyes became better used to negatives
they can’t hold the light of this
black cloud shining.
I’m always turning back and raising my glass
to make my friends’ faces shine out of the cabin.
My boy told me that the roar of his airplane
felt like having a motor in your body.
I think he would say a small boat is the same
my body’s big with shaking.
The secret location seems to be
somewhere in the bush on the island.
Think of wet flax, the quiet, dark with birds.
See a wooden jetty, a runway, jutting into the land.