Photo: Abel Tasman Park, a surprise at every step
… but what I would see
through the branches
would change depending
on the time and the day
or the mood of the clouds
and it would always
transform the length of my breath.
And my feet well grounded
in a kind of gratitude
for every breath
*posted in 2025, edited in 2026
photo: flax flowers and their artistic twists, favourite food of tui birds and many other birds, Nelson
we drifted in the wind of others
we lurched, we lurched yet how tender it was
then seasickness in the wind of the waves
one would need to return to one’s own shore
and take refuge on the white sand
in a that cemetery-like kind of peace
photo: les eaux pures de pupu springs/the pure waters of pupu springs, Golden Bay
very late at night
until the fringes of day
I’m thinking of dawn
photo: Lake Tekapo, a small stone building near the lake of the same name, which derives its unique colour from stones coming from glaciers that have carpeted its bed. Onne can see Mount Cook (when the weather is fine), the highest mountain in NZ (3,724 metres) in the South Island.
If I were a church
I would be small and made of stone
I would have a single window
opening on a lake so beautiful
that passers-by would stop
to say a prayer
that would resemble dreaming
hovering over the blue waters
