For an Analogue Psalter
and the alarm
fishes him from
sleep’s cool seas
deposits him outside
his apartment where
he begins to breathe
to walk the shadows
the high rise
autocorrecting sunlight
while the city
unlearns its slow
darkness and each
light change is gift
thin ways in spaces
of severed reverence
the choked horn
of a distant ferry
the trafficked value
of pedestrians
who haven’t yet
remembered the striations
of this city
those clues to
each new day
gears changing
timetabled capital
the almost free market
like a packet of cigarettes
or a smokestack
in a faraway suburb
he has seen
these minutes
grow immense
grand anathemas
and taxis like
a thousand tennis balls
served in deceptive
angles across the net
of the harbour
he doesn’t bow
or smile or stop
for anything
Single Origin
first fleet sales again
brilliant wind the harbour
has only done forty thousand
clicks tell them they’re
dreaming tall ships
a hand brake turn through
the heads this recurring
visitation the replica
harbour bridge at warwick
farm where the car yards
are your seas of recompense
the fresh sense of real estate
the masterton display
home village where you’re
not meant to open the mansion’s
cupboards but everyone does
and these eureka moments
sustain a great south land