you are like
summer rain on hot tarmac
bluebells in a Scottish wood
heavy waves piling onto the black sand
a tui singing above me
you are my anchor
familiar, warm
a part of me

you are like
Christmas
my birthday
like Tuesday
the smell of coffee
and fresh bread in the morning
the first hot day of summer
or the August sun at Muriwai

you are like
another perfect day

[2008]