the skin is soft
the sea is salted
the waves are happy
a summer day (in Nelson)
the skin is soft
the sea is salted
the waves are happy
a summer day (in Nelson)
we would celebrate the day
resplendent
in the luminescence
of a dying jellyfish
and the tide lowering in
dark, rhythmic
movements, however
independent
of humanity
*posted in 2021, edited in October 2023
I read a lot of articles about overconsumption, the environment, fast-fashion, the future of the planet and I can feel a desire to change things in an abstract way. That being said, with the holidays approaching, despite all the recipes for an environmentally-sustainable or modest Christmas meal making headlines, a reminder that charity shops are full of goods that would be glad to extend their life, that interest rates will continue to rise next year and thus endanger buyers who have gone to the limits of their means, the statistics tell us that we are spending more and more. It makes me want to go spend Christmas in a desert. There are none nearby, so this year it will be the beach.
at the end of the beach
the rock has reclaimed its rights
and appeased my thoughts