am I in the right time
the right frame
something seems out of kilter
nothing’s plain
that’s new?
that’s now?
doesn’t make any sense somehow
I’m in the wrong place
sometimes I can’t believe
my eyes
my ears
is that my face?
nothing rhymes
nothing chimes.


In an empty playground I hear the echoing throng

 Tui’s clicking din mocking tui’s mechanical song

I see whispering ferns and a lonely kauri tree

  Playing in the winter sun, the intuitive bird and me

Listen to the Tui Here

A Kauri Tree