wind

I visited the Meridian Wind Farm at Makara yesterday.  There was wind to farm – plenty of it, and even some maintenance high in the howling wind – a man with a job I am glad not to have.

the man with a job
I am glad not to have
climbed the innards of
a wind turbine
to carry our repairs
on the outside
as the wind off the strait
pummeled the land
and the forest of trees with
any unnecessary branches
already snapped off
invited me in
to inform me
that I belong
elsewhere

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