#4180 poetry

photo: when I no longer understand the world, I focus on the miniature world, everything there is perfect: the colours, the curves, the place, Pohara, Golden Bay

and you will see your face

as the sea sees it: wild, marked, whole

you will walk towards the storm with a confident step,

reassured

by the colour of the sky and your testimony

alone and singular

will suffice for this day

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