it looks like a van parked up
on the side of the road
choosing a bay into the sun
away from the wind
- not necessarily choosing
neighbours – they come
with the view, the wind
sounds like the New Zealand flag
across the road – a sow-easterly
contemplating the tide
coming in, wind and water
both want refuge
in the jaggery rocks and all the trees
are pointing in the direction of home
where the seagulls fly
and two hours away my boyfriend
will meet me having extended all joy
and passion on to one little surf board
smaller than a van (just) and we
shall continue down the road
as if we had no place to go
except a setting sun to watch
