Waitemata Harbour

Waitemata Harbour

We met at that restaurant where they charged for water and where the breeze caught our umbrella and the table stacked up with dishes cause the waiter was half irrelevant.

Could see the ocean from where you sat, looking at the yachts, their masts like lumbering metronomes faintly counting the tides.

You thanked me and I said no worries, I’d do it for anyone. You frowned like you do so much, and I smiled and watched

you leave, heading back towards the ferry, your hair falling behind you, catching the light even as it failed out over the harbour.

Neil Ramsey