SOMETHING IN THE AIR
Dust perhaps, or pollen. You have to live
with it, like taxes; it costs, being a nation:
a rash, some puffiness, itching, some troubled breath,
streaming nose. what to commemorate
on a day like that, no laughing matter?
You never know when you’ll be overtaken.
So near to Christmas, before the rush,
..? April 85
purpose need not be specified. Unit by unit
the motel wakes. Children complain as birds at their singular business.
Men put bait and beer into chillybins.
Motors announce, offshore on a good ground
with a useful breeze Marsden approaches.
He has tidings, he will make you fishers
if you follow me. Fast after sunrise
high humidity turns to sluggish drizzle.
If anyone went climbing Maiki they wouldn’t be able
to see across Rangihoua, the outcome, let alone
further. Go fish in unacknowledged waters.
This is not something to sneeze at
however racked, or sceptical. Nor to blame
Papers reported wells contaminated,
thought to be an unknown factor in the soil,
or, merely a version of a human effluent.
The Shell Lady met walking over the hill from Opito
will be startled at your outburst but merrily
wish you "Gesundheit!" It’s going to be
that sort of day, with a nod and a wink.