You swallowed
first the boat and then the stars and then
me
Were you hungry?
I did not realise
You stand night after night
looking the way
you did all those years ago –
full
from the time the architect declared you
complete
I did not realise you ate
ships, stars, people and –
on some occasions –
the moon,
or I would have asked you
if you wanted to come
on our
midnight
McDonald’s
run.
For Jono
Note: I wrote this from the great vantage point of an outdoor spa in Island Bay, where I saw ships sailing into the house …
{Poetic prose}