music makes blood-

Do you hear music? 
Tonight, a friend will sing her poems.

I heard her sing a few years ago and wrote a poem-portrait. Here is an excerpt:

She comes, trusts, prays, says we must make our life ‘big enough to make its own weather’, says maybe everything depends on this. This moment, this country.

She wears a superwoman t-shirt in paua colours, wants ‘hiphopcracy’ and no suffering, needs a ‘motherload’ of time to write.

There will be an amount of loss and darkness.

And enough love.

‘Music makes blood-
sugar. Leaveitplaying.’

Photo: Looking down at an alley, Hong Kong

Text: Excerpt of my poem for Hinemoana Baker, 

performing tonight with the New Zealand Poetry Society.
The words in quotes are written by Hinemoana.