Northcote, Auckland
King Street King Street Reserve
New Zealand


at the edge of the world

I stand and take in

the spray of waves on my face

the expanding sky


at the edge of the ocean

I wait for a sign

while water licks at my feet

and my body of lead

turns to salt


at the edge of the sea

I listen to oyster catchers

peck at living rocks

as pohutukawa branches

bow in recognition


in spite of myself

I surrender

to the wisdom

of water

This poem is about: 
Our world


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