EDITED POEM NO. THREE

EDITED POEM NO. THREE

Wolfgang B. Sperlich

MIGRANT SINGS THE SONG OF MANUHIRI

I'M SITTIN’ IN THE RAIN

I'M TALKING TO TANE AND THE TREES

I’M GROWING ROOTS

I’M TURNIN' GREEN

I’M THE BIRD WITHOUT WINGS

SNOW IS FALLING

HEAVY CLOUDS BURST INTO TEARS

I'VE LOST MY HORIZON

I'M SINKING IN THE MUD

I'M LEANING AGAINST THE WIND

I'M BLOWIN' KISSES

I’M TURNIN’ BLUE

I'M THE MAN WHO FORGOT THE PLACE HE’S COMING FROM

I'M THE MARXIST MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE

S.O.S.

FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER

INTO THE SEA

TALKING TO TANGAROA

ONE DAY YOU WLL FIND ME

WASHED UP ON A DISTANT SHORE CLOSE TO PAPATUANUKU

ONLY THEN IT SEEMS

WILL YOU UNDERSTAND

THE SONG

… this poem first appeared in the Huntly College Mag ‘89