My Ground Truth

Psychologist | Military-Grade Mindfulness Trainer & Coach | Carsten J. Grimm

Canterbury Littoral History

The port hums the coloured boxes stack

And the harbour lies wide with arms that 

Do not care. 

200 years ago it was all the same

Hurrying on the breeze and the tide and the hint 

Of some next fortune just off the edges of the map. 

There will be no surprising of these brown eyes

Having witnessed the first fleets of Rakaihautu

Paddling weary next to the rocks

Accepting this gift of shelter and hungry

For the seals, birds, and fish, calling to the people to settle here.

The giant Horomaka looks over the stripped land

And whistfully recalls times of simple techtonics

Before Te Rauparaha filled these bays with deceit and blood
And forged a nation
From beneath the shame filled gaze
Of these wise Banks. 

cjG

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The wistful gaze from out over these wise Banks - cjG.  

The wistful gaze from out over these wise Banks - cjG.