redemption run
Redemption RunYesterday was one of those April in Dunedin specials
Some incredible god shone his torch
Filled the day with clear blue light
It only really happens down here
In the south
So I went off and ran in it
Along the main street
Past the church that has a concrete block wall
Where people have collapsed looking for redemption
All the redemption they needed was waiting outside
In the April afternoon light
Past the groups of girls
Monday girls
Hangovers and Hotcross buns
Costumes stored in their burrows
For another year
Or perhaps just a week
A cross to bear on their facebook wall
Up signal hill
Past all the houses we might have bought
In Opoho and North East Valley
Stopped outside a friends house and talked to her children
About how fast they can run
The possibilities of the future
And about Italy
And children and concrete driveways
And chocolate indulgence of suburban New Zealand
Then over this track
It runs between signal hill and mt Cargill road
Not many people know it
And it wont mean much to you
It kills anything else in sight
But no crosses to bear up here
Judas letting out his secret views
Across the harbour
Out to Taiaroa
Albatross Crosses in the sky
Floating spirits
Then up the organ pipes track to Mt Cargill
Birds sing easter hymns
My soundtrack
And then a race down the familiar well trodden route to the gully
Passing stunned tourists
Never expecting that this sort of place would even exist
Missing the trunks of the trees in the late autumn
Like the three crosses stood against the blue sky
All darkness and light
Shadow and redemption
All my redeeming is done now
As I slow along north road
Heading back into town
The same faces in the valley
Trundle up from the New world
Because its been closed for a day
I wonder just for a moment what they missed
Whether they caught a glimpse of the light on the school windows
Whether they saw the slither of cloud inching over swampy
Or the girl with the skinny black trousers dancing as she explained how emo easter was for her
How the black pavement beneath her was warm to touch
How the single white stone was moved slightly
And how behind it nothing was there
Except the light
Labels: dunedin, easter, running
posted by Mattenz @ 8:57 pm
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