You were like Wellington on a good day
A reminder of kind winter light on the horizon
But today we can only watch, helpless as
granite cloud piles onto the tired line
of the Orongorongas and out goes the tide
too far for our liking. All may soon be torn
from its moorings as a southerly buster
rages for days. Then one midnight
a blessed silence.
When we wake and pull aside
the broken blinds we see a benign smiler
has crinkled the corners of the sky.