Wire from here to the place you are from —
there, you can hear the wind in it,
humming. Saying ‘from’
where the wire passes: grass, a road,
hubcaps in which
everything tips and disappears and returns.
A child in bright colors was walking there.
She is in some of the photographs,
looking up at the wire, the word on her tongue
sounding like a question
that knows it has no answer, the wire just a wire
going on and on.
‘Wire’, from The Sounds (Victoria University Press, 1996), © Andrew Johnston 1996, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archives 2004, supplied by the Braeburn Studios.