Born
of eastern Ruahine origins,
outback
Norsewood way,
a
trickling brook in warm morning light,
flowing
south and east
picking
up trout and inunga
to
ride your journey down.
Wending
past Dannevirke
and
Woodville, many country marae,
towards
the west now, deeper,
and
more forceful, into the fray
cutting
through rough hewn rock
centuries,
nay millennia old,
your
action relentless until
the
sunset glows on your expansive back.
Mighty
tributary Pohangina joins forces
at
Ashurst, a new span over doubled journeys,
and
rocky is your path now, from Manawatu Gorge
unto
flat plains and farmland, Whakarongo
the
listening post, for Rangitane
in
flood you cover and replenish,
past
sprawling Palmerston North
two
bridges, one old, one modern,
and
humanity spills over.
Here
I stand at the mouth, near Foxton
you're
agape pouring into the sea, driftwood
plastic
bottles, and tampons discarded,
I
fish the gut that is your belly, whitebait and gurnard
maybe
a red cod or two,
seabirds
swim and frolic your entity,
as
boats roar around,
we
all share your east/west unusualness.
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