Obi-Wan Kenobi goes to the Porirua Aquatic Centre
Not so far, far away – to be here and
once again mortal, after Palpatine and Vader –
all those years as just a ghost in The Force.
Old have you become in your grey togs,
across the galactic void to aqua jog in the slow lane
rest a little in the adults’ spa.
I see you trying not to watch the teenage girls
in their chunky polka dots and I can feel
your compassion for the
mothers and fathers, weak from obesogenic particles,
the unnatural consequences of children
and gravity in a consumerist
atmosphere. Where to next, Ben?
They’re not your grandchildren chasing down
the lazy river – clouding up the water.
Will you find that luminescent core again and
leave this place? Will you take on the hydroslide anyway –
you, and that dodgy left hip.