Monday's poem

Ellipsis

By Martha Morseth

I cannot bear
this silent movie of a morning
no tuis clacking in branches
jostling for position on feeders

I remember an evening
in South Dakota's Badlands
tenting on a moon-scape desert
the absence of sound hurting our ears
thankful for the bats
stealth bombers hurtling from caves
targeting night insects
leaving us less lonely

yesterday
in a cafe with friends
a remark I assumed was witty
created a pool of stillness
until my apologies
flapping across the table
broke the surface

and talk scratched up again

at dusk the tuis return
clicking their sugar-water ownership
their long tongues funneling the rich mixture
a sign.

Martha Morseth is the author of three books for young adults and the poetry collection Staying Inside the Lines (Wellington: Inkweed, 2002).

 

 

 


 

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