Wanaka

Mountain-tops crisp against the hopeful blue;

A scatter graph of granite peaks and an endless green hue.

Birds send soft vibrations through the air
landing on the water. Their voices lick the surface,
releasing ripples on to the vast azure plane;
a mirror for the sky.

A wonderful song. Serene and unreal.

Here is where ancient water surges towards ancient stone

and willows hang their arms to shelter ducks in paradise.
Some build their homes on floating rafts with old sticks from the shallows.

Triangles of light bend and flicker on the moving mirror

And deep below the energy rises in torrents and whispers
in hushed tones until...
silence.

It lays dormant.

A sleeping giant in the longest night

while the waning moon sheds a feeble light.