it was while there
I first saw the rooks
saw also
from the fore shore
air piled high
with clouds
spray
light
and swift gulls glide windward
the wave
face
so high strung
so young
was I
I felt certain
God was a verb
heading off twenty-six other
applicants
I worked
as service manager
for a laundry
and seemed
I suppose
as sane as any there
I recall joy
as when we took the
van to Waipatiki
and I dove for mussels
from the rocks
but inside
I walked with
Vincent Van Gogh
down the
road
through the yellow
corn field
towards the dark blue
sky
seeing the flying crows