Yesterday on the Peninsula
- Ann Jacobson
I have come to taste the chocolate, the flag is flying.
Baby seals swim, wait for their mothers to return;
slave to the mother milk, slither on any bank.
But of course we are on Argos, dressed in coats
that don't fit, over coats that fit; wind whips
the best of any view under our hats to savour.
The land leans over the sea, throws its stone
sat dusk, flicks grey over blue & silver.
It's best to fish in the dark: saves the albatross.
The horizon grabs at the sun, steals moments,
takes down the notice, leaves a gap.
We are smiling at the snow in Dunedin.
• Ann Jacbson lives in Dunedin and has been writing poetry since 2001 after a friend encouraged her.
