Onboard the Rangitoto

How could I not have seen you

in the sea of a thousand faces?

Why did you not reach out to me

from the throng of swaying bodies?

Weeks the Rangitoto ploughed the ocean,

Southampton to the Antipodes

and our eyes never met.

I watched Wellington draw near

while with shaded eyes you viewed the dock.

Faces swam before me,

semaphore hands spelt welcome

but not for me, lone traveller.

Smiles lit the quayside,

shouts assaulted ears.

No-one called out to you.

Orderly fashion, the stampede began –

new land, new life.

Hands brushed, eyes locked, we smiled together.

New love.

 

©Chris Nedahl 2012DSCF0169

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