Photo - Alden Smith
NIGHT PASSAGE - Poem by Denis Glover
Plotted sure for set, eye to weather,
The revs eased down
I nosed happily along
The dark coast where I belong.
"Now look at dawning froth
Beating at hills held by rock teeth.
If you like it's like a frilly petticoat
White - beaten against the reef."
"Aye," grunted Mick, wise in the ways
Of the swirl and flick
Of women and wave. "Aye, purty - purty,
But a sea petticoat can be dirty."
At least in the east light seen
The hills' breasts rose clean.