Photo: At low tide, birds are busy finding what the sea has to offer, going through the branches that are struggling to find a place in the hubbub of the earth, in Marahau (windy gardens).
Everyone does their own thing/
after the retreat of the sea/
Wandering in the movements of the earth/
and the freshness of the air
photo: Pohara, beach, an unidentified bird that seemed to be meditating (yes, I know quite anthropomorphic, but I like to play this game)
in the early morning
we found again
other people’s thread of thoughts
looking into the distance
while separating from our people
then we’d join
the evening
in the folds of the seconds
in the softness
Living one day at a time
it could also be like that
without complaining, no blurring
and not eating too much chocolate
for fear of the rainy days
*first posted in September 2020
