National Poetry Day Series
The German and the Hoiho
he caught the sea at Birdlings
with his lens
before its hugeness broke
blasting spray
he asked himself
was his control illusory
nature’s power
he usually overrode it
on alpen screes
where panic had no place
the mind’s need
to focus
or die
on autobahns
at three figures plus
his car
a ripple hidden in the wind
but this was the ocean
and he felt his balance shift
as its pull
sucked out the sand
between the stones
and then a hoiho
struggled out the surf
plodded up the beach
and fell
as if to say
though I like you
move fishlike
in the deep
I too
concede the breaking wave
© Helen McKinlay
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AUTHOR COMMENTARY:I wrote this poem for a German friend, visiting New Zealand. He had a great love of nature. One day he was very excited to meet up with a hoiho, or yellow-eyed penguin, on a wild and lonely beach. He was also very keen on fast cars…and racing them. The whole mix demanded a poem.
Helen McKinlay is a published children’s author and poet. She is best-known for her picture book series about a hang gliding, skateboarding, rugby playing, marmalade making Grandma. For more information visit her at gurglewords.
This really resonates with me. Birdlings flat was a favourite haunt for gemstones, and I well remember that it was dangerous to turn your back on the sea there.
That’s a lovely connection Maureen. It is certainly a wonderfully wild stoney place!