Poem – Nicola Slee

Return There is an ocean I am always returning to travelling halfway round the world to come home to its long bay I walk along the edges of surf searching for greenstone and pāua shell feel the grit under my feet taste the tang of salt in my mouth rinse my mind’s eye clean I want to trudge as far as the tide will sing to me slapping bare feet on sand in time with the sea’s fret and fray walk out of my weariness and forgetfulness stay as long as the waves come and go til the moon rises


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