Today was one of those dream days with splendid weather. Because I didn't have any work, I took the opportunity to revel in the warm, autumn sun and with camera-in-hand, explore.
All day a poem has quietly murmured in my brain ... not sure yet if I heard exactly what it was saying, but it's close enough for now.
by a cold sea
Someone sitting at an outside table
under a too-large nikau-palm
whose days were numbered, told me
that we all age at exactly the same rate.
The proof of this will I'm sure
become more and more evident as I go on
walking, seeing the colours
of autumn's quiet, breathing-out
and suddenly a monkey puzzle tree
I didn't see coming,
or the edge of the world
at the beach where I'm up to my ankles
in goose-grey sand
with nothing to worry about,
my toes printing daisies by a cold sea
only too eager to wipe them away.
Kay McKenzie Cooke