photo: I did not have any expectation, and then, that sky, Marina, Nelson
We were looking for the light
and we would find it
we would move forward in the shadows
for as long as it took
feeling our way amongst the grey rubble
in the dark passages
we would feel the breeze
which would be close, so very close
or so we thought
photo: marina de Nelson, je ne m’attendais à rien, et puis ce ciel
On cherchait la lumière.
et on la trouverait
on avancerait dans l’ombre
le temps qu’il faudrait
A tatons dans la rocaille grise.
dans les passages sombres
on sentirait la brise
qui serait insoumise
tout près tout contre
on ne le savait
photo: on grey days, clouds attract my attention, Marina de Nelson
for the grey days,
there will be clouds,
we will stumble along bumpy little paths
the old dogs will be on their guard
and a few passersby will greet us.
photo: les jours gris, ce sont les nuages qui m’attirent, marina de Nelson
pour les jours gris,
il y aura les nuages,
on trébuchera dans les petits sentiers
les vieux chiens seront sur leurs gardes
et quelques passants nous salueront.
Photo: Marahau (windy gardens) at low tide, the marsh where seabirds gather
They stood here and there
Like little soldiers
The twigs !
Like little herons
Scrawny in the world
Of marsh and dead wood
In the microcosm
Of damp sand living
In a vibrant silence
*published in 2025, edited in 2026
