for my presence at a meeting
the week before it happened
for me to dress in suitable attire
and move my winter legs
into the chill
past the fresh dug grave
in the churchyard to the bus stop
by the café
where the sign still reads
‘Índian restaurant opening soon.’
Yes there must have been a reason
for my rush to be on time
a week early.
Perhaps it was that moment of acceptance
of autumn leaves squashed into the mud
half brown camellias dropped on greasy paths
and the darkness of the river
beneath the dilute sun.
Or the once close friends
whose eager greeting
melted through my frozen thoughts.
It could have been
the way my glasses misted
in the warmth of the indoors
the lunch with me alone
at the long table.
I think it was the walking home
past the grave
and in the trees above
the buds which dared to fatten in the frost.
I hope this poem speaks for itself. I would have stayed home on that day but the thought of meeting with writer friends at the Dux de Lux, in the Arts Centre, Christchurch and enjoying discussion and jollility, drew me out. I would have missed out on a poem if there had been a meeting. 🙂 The above is the graveyard on a much nicer day.
This poem was published in the New Zealand Poetry Society’s 2011 anthology ‘Ice Diver ‘
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