The rain is falling hard on the farm today
We’ve just messaged about loving older humans
How it’s true that age is just a number
How we want the whole world (two people)
To eat our truth. But how?
At noon certain numbers make a nation
Sigh in unison
In the morning certain numbers make a city
Take out their thickest coat
At midlife certain numbers make a person
Wistful for the bygone.
My grandmother is watching the kārearea soar
Across the valley on warm spring waves
We give our lovers nicknames
Like birds giving each patch of air a wing.
Punching my keyboard I ask is there is a way
to give without giving everything?
I can’t help but think we are the kārearea
Our lovers the old ones watching
Us soar, somewhere, like eyelashes
Licking golden cheeks
Watching us watch the whole world
Watch each other
For the wrong kind of answer.
Rosina Baxter and Amy Marguerite
Rosina Baxter is an emerging poet and songwriter who has used written word as personal catharsis from a young age. She is a regular performer at Poetry Live on Karangahape Road, she narrates poetry and prose for Passengers Journal, and has recently been published in Tarot Magazine.
Amy Marguerite is a poet and writer of non-fiction based in Te Whanganui-a-Tara, Wellington. Her poetry has featured in a number of journals and literary magazines, most recently the Food Court S08E01 zine. She is currently working alongside Rosina toward a collaborative collection of poetry.