to the island they have asked me to go
leaving all behind
starting almost from scratch
green land
lonely and vast
…
I have said no at last
but they have got me thinking
so many fears and dreams have come back
white clouds
Maori’s land
…
to the island they have politely invited me
what has stopped me this time?
What has changed inside this troubled head of mine?
kiwi’s paradise
fresh start island
…
the possibility of finding the spark
I believe I have seen the source shining
although briefly
I have recognized
its light
