here will be new beginnings
some sort of prayers
not even kneeling in the sand
and some Thursdays with cold hands
a past, a present
in the dim light of some
fragile nights
a returning trip
and open windows
Archives par mot-clé : Tahuna
#3023 silly season in the antipodes
Tourists converge on Nelson from December 26th and Tahunanui (Tahuna) Beach is overrun with those wanting (rightly) to take advantage of the good weather. It goes against my need for solitude when I go to the beach. However, I just have to go a little further and, suddenly, you are no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, full of native bush. By the time I have crossed this little path I am in another world and I can watch the crowds on the beach from afar, enjoying the good weather.
sans parole/wordless : Tahunanui, aout 2022, August 2022
disturbing the order of the world
I withdrew from the world
to listen to the memory of
body and earth:
a spot on the sun
disturbed the order of the world
I was trying to escape
one one leg
fleeing
hobbling
deranger l’ordre du monde
je me retirais du monde
pour écouter la mémoire
du corps et de la terre :
une tache sur le soleil
dérangea l’ordre du monde
auquel je tentais d’échapper
en fuyant
clopin-clopant