Poem 351

Musing on the visibility of small discrete things across distance and the reverse wrong-end-of-the-telescope effect of big things dwindling over distance, ripples heading in both directions, something noticed on the far horizon that’s about to become cataclysmic … the title comes from Bob Dylan’s All Along The Watchtower …

Two Riders Approaching

Light slashes out from the Hutt motorway
reflected light from the chain of cars
firing bursts across the bay
beyond into the strait
maybe swirling on the Kaikōuras
like spotlights

                             the candle carries
for miles on a still night
no end
to the ramifications
the earthquake
                                the tidal wave
that finally fetches up
and soaks your shoes

that's a pretty ferocious wind
sliding the clouds gently
in behind the hill