Missing Ingredients.

Turning inland away from the perfect blue, to the
green ginger of the totara trees, pine and other
settler needs.
Ghost plans for a failed estate become barbecue resort,
now closed for the season.

Turning again to the natural order of fish and bird.

For a limping walk with a reluctant dog to find a shy
fern bird by ear in the wetland, hidden deep in reeds.
One true call and a few fluttering stems, a sign
of proof for the believer.

Chinese tour guide in purple Lycra, lost and out of season,

Is this the Jubilee?

Yes and you will end up back where you started from.

There are no bad spirits here this morning,
sun up and water flat calm.
Walkers alone and dogged.
The fishing fleet finished for the night navigating the deep channel,
and a small breeze making the flax clap.