Tuesday poem: Windy Point by John Horrocks

At Windy Point we see
the nor’wester gusting
down Wellington harbour.
It cancels ferries, heaps
thick kelp and driftwood
on rocks at Rona Bay.

Northerlies also flow over
the ridges of Ngongotahā.
They gather mingled voices
of many generations,
carry them downwind to
here, the eye of the fish.

They speak only of notable
things: love, friendships,
the unexpected sharpness
of salt and sun, the endless
movement of water.

From Something in the Waters (page 20) by John Horrocks.
Published by Steele Roberts
Used with the permission of Steele Roberts


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