Older Self
The hourglass measures our regrets,
grain by grain.
The same sun that brings light
also casts shadows.
The seed of the kowhai is death.
What could I say if I go back,
reverse the glass, and start again?
Younger Self
Warnings are noise lost in the surf,
and water glistens above a sharp reef.
The hourglass is rushing sand
like the carbonated fizzing in my blood.
The bark of the kowhai is a medicine.
The hourglass measures our regrets,
grain by grain.
The same sun that brings light
also casts shadows.
The seed of the kowhai is death.
What could I say if I go back,
reverse the glass, and start again?
Younger Self
Warnings are noise lost in the surf,
and water glistens above a sharp reef.
The hourglass is rushing sand
like the carbonated fizzing in my blood.
The bark of the kowhai is a medicine.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson