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photo: Tenby, North Beach, the bond with nature is very strong, whether ones wants it or not.
excerpt from a poem published in Moebius magazine no. 39 in 1989
The fracture of the earth that looks at me with all its eyes, that lingers in dying, heightens my sense of defeat and the evening’s distress. Keep going straight and you will reach where my icy rigor proves nothing, where your lips set in boredom are already paling, where your barbaric eye is fading.
You tremble strangely at the threshold of my disarray, which suddenly reintegrates into the course of history.
What is referred to in English as « small talk » (an expression I really like) is not my forte, but at Tahuna (Nelson beach), I surprise myself engaging in it without the pain I tend to feel in such occasions when I bump into more and more bathers (99.5% of whom are women) who tend to extend their usual swimming season during the winter months. We share our knowledge about the water temperature, warmer or colder today than yesterday, warmer or colder this year than last year, warmer or colder at high or low tide, its quality (better in winter, less good after rain), whether the said bather dips her head in the water or not, whether she comes every day regardless of the temperature or not, the difference that the sun makes when one is in cold water or when one gets out of the water, how one swims, towards the horizon if one is a good swimmer (not me) or if one swims parallel to the shore, particularly if one is alone. All that small talk suits me.
Tourists will converge on Nelson from December 26 and the beach of Tahunanui (Tahuna) will be invaded by all those who want (rightly) to enjoy the good weather, which goes against my need of solitude. However, I only need to go a little further, and suddenly I am no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, where endogenous flora abounds. By the time I cross this small trail and I am transported to another world and I can observe the crowds on the beach from afar while enjoying the good weather.
*first published in 2022, revised in 2024
My poetic journey through words and image/ Mon journal poetique a travers les mots et les images