Let me go to the hills
They stand so clear against the sky.
Let me run against the currents
Across the harbour,
The waves will scald my feet
The sun will burn my brow.
The hills are stern as sentinels.
Concrete heels crack
On the sunburnt road.
The hills ahead scrape the sky
Leaving cloudy grazes.
So let me go to the hills.
I will curl up
Under the totara
Amidst the skeleton leaves
That litter the floor.