white-flowering mānuka and pōhutukawa
she wakes and memory paints the scene appearing before her flying to and through the gap top left where headland and bay and wheeling birds locate us exactly and there is no holding particulars that rush against the light against spectral decoupage the day we were there a branch reaches upwards almost to top centre there will be twelve and they will go out in the world each with a wooden bowl and saffron robes mendicants of apparent magnitude looking for dream openings those gaps between worlds where two people make love the condition of their continuing existence scarlet flowers and leaves with silvery undersides the scene shifts tītoki berries and white convolvulus ramble in front of an inlet white detailing on clouds and ocean waves fringed by hanging ferns that make another contre-jour to peer through perihelion she says and he is lost on the far side of the vertical line that parts them at right a sprig of mānuka covered in small white flowers river valley and hills fern and willow and a stretch of water flax and hills behind an argument of stunning persuasion for being in two places at once foreground and background here and there rocky valley floor and hillsides and a rosy sky camping in the mountains tent and billy but no figures white blossoms among red and two trees on sloping ground many of the twelve have disappeared gone with their stories to places beyond the reach of mortal eyes we could guess at inset scenes for supplejack and more convolvulus for bush lawyer with white trumpets buds and half-open flowers mean anomaly of her twining imagination or dream state that links her to us and to him pale sky white clouds and seven seagulls flying in the distance the Terranora makes her way into the inlet Robin Hood Bay to her left Port Underwood ahead moving slowly across calm waters she was too young to remember it then brings it back now years of visual electricity birds wheeling overhead the mānuka in blossom the impossible pōhutukawa