be sad for those whose spirits drift
among the dunes
afraid and hesitant
but not for me
for I have gone
beyond the Western sky
beyond where the crooked houses
perch above the marram
beyond the sandbank
and the oyster catchers’ dabble
beyond the ocean
beyond time
This sounds like a memorial poem but it’s not. It was inspired by the endless horizons of one of my favourite places, Rototai Beach in Golden Bay. One does look toward the mountains which stretch to the West Coast. It’s very close. For me it is a place of peace, a place where one’s spirit can stretch out beyond the demands of everyday life …
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