The waves licked our feet
reminding me of resolute wings
pushing their feathers out through gaps
I had kept hidden
You pointed out the rocks with mossy hair
I saw a stream of clear water trapped in between
A small Gulliver in Brobdingnag
Behind us the sun fell
The darkness was no match
for your angry bewilderment
or my lack of colour within
Published at The Camel Saloon
The heron is back. Drops quiver at the edge of a wing
I am transfixed watching the last leaf fall yet again
I am the drop easily latching on to a strange feather
yet there is life in the depths for me even if I let go
I am swept by random waves into sandy cups of sea water.
Shells mark the grave where my last desire is buried yet there I will never lie.
I am the liquid surge of the unknown bursting into bloom on a temple tree
My wilderness burbling with distilled essences dances bough and root within me
I belong to the tender rain, the rogue sea, the ephemeral mist and the blossom-kissed tree
yet I am not destroyed by what holds me
unlike the big fish thrashing at the curve of a stabbing bill
My last leaf will never remember me
A whiff of a land. Thank you Russell Streur
‘Kintsukuroi’ has been included in The Second Hump which is a compilation of the editor Russell Streur’s personal favourites among the poems posted at The Camel Saloon this April.
Always a great honour to have a poem featured in The Camel Saloon among Russell Streur’s beauteous Camels.