The title says it all. 1997
Glenfield is a suburb in Auckland: I had a convenient spot to moor my boat there, tied between the pillars that carried a storm water drain over an inlet. The pipe was also used as a bridge by the locals, who would carefully cross on its none-too-wide back rather than walk 200 meters upstream to the first road bridge. This poem was included in Feeding Harbour (1984)
The future walks with us; but not in our footsteps. Written for the daughter of a friend, a devestating six-year-old.