Time out

Time out

I
pursue
but
I
can not
catch
up
with
you, Time.

You
precede me
like
the echo
of sad
footfalls
in my
heart, fading
away.

Tears pool
my eyes
as
I turn back
to
find
the
solace
in
a
resolute
search
for

my space
my beginnings
my Self.


‘Time Out’, from Small Holes in the Silence: Collected Works (Godwit, Random House, 2011), © Hone Tuwhare 2011, used by permission of Rob Tuwhare on behalf of the Estate of Hone Estate. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archives 2004.

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