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