A Transparent Evening
Two or three backs settle against
wicker and prepare to take in sunset.
A man who knows balance has
ordered that precise patch of sky.
The drinks stand at right angles
to the lawn. Bamboos quiver
from the baseline of a courtyard
and dreams float across in oorlies.
On the periphery some pots pose
like a family of tribals. Terracotta
men talk in knots and bulges. They
are making and holding up the poem.
from Landscape with Lines (Auckland University Press, 1996), © Diana Bridge 1996, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 2004