The Disquiet Sea

The truth is,
Paihia is still beautiful
and in reflection, I was grateful 
for your photos and memory.

It looks as if the sands have narrowed
since those celluloid days,
unless the wind has changed 
my perceptions,
along with the stormy-laden sea.

It was ochre red 
and tipped with white;
painted by the rain.

The water pools in the shallows 
as though on a palette; 
falling to gravity
and the moon’s tidal whims.

There was a quiet revolution 
against the evermore blues…

Amongst the raw beauty,
I looked for your reflection.

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