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Far-Flung - Rhian Gallagher
Acknowledgements
The Speed of God
Into the Blue Light
for Kate Vercoe
I’m walking above myself in the blue light
indecently blue above the bay with its walk-on-water skin
here is the Kilmog slumping seaward
and the men in their high-vis vests
pouring tar and metal on gaping wounds
the last repair broke free; the highway
doesn’t want to lie still, none of us
want to be where we are
exactly but somewhere else
the track a tree’s ascent, kaikawaka! hold on
to the growing power, sun igniting little shouts
against my eyeballs
and clouds come from Australia
hunkering over the Tasman with their strange accent
I’m high as a wing tip
where the ache meets the bliss
summit rocks exploding with lichen and moss –
little soft fellas suckered to a groove
bloom and bloom – the track isn’t content
with an end, flax rattling their sabres, tussocks
drying their hair in the stiff south-easterly;
the track wants to go on
forever because it comes to nothing
but the blue light. I’m going out, out
out into the blue light, walking above myself.
The Speed of God
What if God slowed down after making the grass and the
stars and the whales and let things settle for a bit so the day
could practise leaving into the arms of the night and the
tides tinker their rhythms and the stars
find their most dramatic positions.
Or maybe if he’d made man and said, ‘You learn how to
live with yourself and do housework and then I might think
about woman.’
Or instead he’d made woman not out of a rib, which was
really such a last resort, but rising out of the firmament one
woman followed by more women and they took journeys
and learnt how to build boats and bridges which surely they
would have done without men around pushing and shoving
and constantly giving orders.
I just think it was a bit fast – six days to make all of it. How
could the relationship between things be seen, be felt?
And as if God’s rush were in us too we go about remodelling
faster and faster with our burning and breaking and the earth
reels with our speed and it looks and feels like a disaster.
Titipounamu Tapping the Beech Forest
for Laurence Fearnley
Our smallest bird, a visionary speck
in the cool, calm, cathedral-quiet of the beech forest;
the milk-moss, fern-fanned floor
where I lie down and wait
hearing a million tiny rhizoid voices, the high-up canopy
consorting with the sun, light
falling through a found gap
makes music with the moist green, gem
to gem. Above my eye comes titipounamu
on the trunk that hasn’t opened yet – once more
she scales the rough-ridged bark
tap-tap, wing flick, tap-tap-tap she looks up
to see what’s happened in the last three seconds
then back to the tree: bow, swivel, tap-tap-tap
as if she will find the key one day – open