Phillipa Reeve

Phillipa Reeve is an ex social worker, builder, saleswoman, business  survivor, healing facillitator and travelling-circus concession worker. She has been published in Takahe and Tongue In Your Ear. She is currently studying towards a BA(hons) at Massey, and exploring the wonders of painting and photography.

the reckoning

Chocolate caramels

are expensive

The price is always

paid

So when you flew

like a red Mirage meteor

not through the ceiling

but down the car park

into my almost-parked Primera

I did not wave my arms

at the heavens

demanding reasons

I saw this as a settling

of accounts

and chewed on freely

aging upwards

Parked

in shadows

deep-rooted

as the oak

a bench fixed

in concrete

time's litter

swirls

unnoticed

at your feet

as body bowed

left

to sun and

time-line's start

you watch a growth

beyond

my seeing

and like the ancients

age upwards

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