In These Quiet Moments

In these quiet moments before the night

softens the mountains of the South and

deflates clouds that float beneath their

peaks, the dying sun's rich, peach glow

deepens in the gathering gloom. 

There, where the mists stretch a false

horizon between the sea and the land’s

end Aratika glides across a trackless strait

and winks out beyond Terawhiti. 

Taputeranga Island looms up in the bay

beneath my windows, gathering grandeur

in shadows that blot features of little wonder,

commanding the bay in a mysterious night.

It is light, the night has passed in fitful sleep

and the dawn greets gulls cries as they circle

a softer countenanced island, fishing boats

point into the wind that crawls a trance-like,

ripple-pattern across the bay. 

Day begins a pastel glow behind the Heads,

spreads its cloudless scan to the mountains

standing impassive, guarding the Strait.

© I.D. Carswell

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