I’m back in Wellington
God knows why
I don’t feel moored
I’m on the river Tao
without a paddle, yet
I can walk on the water
like a red carpet rolling
out in front of my step
and manna falls
into my lap
I can feel this
page turning
so obviously graceful and I want
to scream. Cry for my ideas
and big ideals. My heart
is still learning to swim
in the Tao
