Hi Abbigail,

 I wrote this poem for you, to you, on 8 May 2014.

Love, Dad

 

Two Months

Today I saw dark Rabbit Island
floating in blue Tasman Bay
from a trail above Brunner Street
in late autumn on a muddy track
banana passionfruit under my boots
and composed a message to you
spoken into chill air.

Read it now:

Today you are two months old
staring at the white dog
much larger than you
trying to grasp who he is, what he is.
He loves you like a dog does
wreathed in dead leaves
passionfruit in his paws
offered to your delighted blue eyes.