What boats
what bones
what secret histories lie
bedded down in finest lake silt
way beneath the lurching waves
and shrieking Banshee winds?
A picnic, you thought,
red wine and Camembert
under a wide-brimmed hat
lounging on the deck.
But hope is not a forecast
and Hauroko waits for no one
to drain the glass
when it’s ready to rock ‘n’ roll
and rouse the resting dragon.
That's about the size of it 