Walk With Tea     31.5.2012

I went walking on the beach with a porcelain cup
filled with a satisfying brew
A cup with a nice connection to the lips

The beach is a sculpture of rock and pebble and gritty sand
of feathers and bones and twiggy white woods
of cow sized logs of twirling root and well washed limbs

I filled my cup with scared things;
A half a feather, white at the base, grey to the left
A stone the length of my palm - but only a little thicker than my thumb,
(definitely magic)                                                                                              
A blue plastic disc with a hole in the middle

A pipi shell with a dash in the side
where some thorough creature has eaten right through
and then climbed over the hardasnails roof
and left tracks burrowed in…
powerful

Nature in her perfection

Inside I watch the winter sun set
into a blaze of orange
and I give thanks
give thanks
give Thanks