MICHAEL HALL

 

Visit North

 

After the clouds have moved in,
and eventually settle over the ranges

and plain—it begins to quietly rain.
Under the grey barn’s wall, you listen

to the fall, a corrugating sound on tin:
on grass, on farm track; and watch it form

a puddle; and you think back to all
the small round things that were found

like empty nests, on afternoons such
as this. And listen for the life of the sky.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Michael Hall lives in Ōtepoti | Dunedin.