Homecoming

Two complicated keys in an envelope
next to a picture of you and me
which I have never seen.
When I turn on the tap,
cat fur comes out.

I know only one thing of tragedy
so I take you to those islands.
Instead of explaining I name them, pointing.
Ngamotu, Sugarloaf. Seagull Rock.

I have never driven before
and to add to the peril
I am not wearing any shoes.

The pedals are more rough and blacker
than the sand we find in the bed
every morning. Things heat up.
Glasses left on the fence overnight
crack as the weather rises.