A patch work quilt
in greys and muted blues
unravels in the dark horizon.
The wind-whipped lake
foams at the mouth like miniature horses
drowning in their freedom.
Tawhirimatea (God of winds)
bursts his bellows.
Each squall a heaving primal breath.
Mother Earth, Papatuanuku
bows her head in deference
to her offspring:
Who Is Wild,
long since released
from her embrace.
Sky God, Ranganui
shakes his fist with untold fury;
Eyes flash fire
And rent in two an old man pine.
The heavens open.
We taste those first fat tears, then run.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
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