If facing the paper, your thought is 'I am an artist', you have no clue what to do. If the concepts of your function are, 'I am a shape maker, an entertainer, an expressive symbol collector'...then you have an explicit road map. Edgar Whitney

Monday, April 26, 2010

Monday 26 April 2010

Island Home

I stray like a willful egg
the new zealand bird nudges
me back into the nest

I arrive like a spinning top
braids of water tangle
in my legs birch trees lean in
kiss me tip me blanket me
with upside down mountain clouds

I colour right up to the crinkly edges
a cuckoo afloat in a floating home

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