PADDLING TO HAULASHORE ISLAND

Gliding above terrains of blue Orange colossus on high Scintillating and shimmying like a disco ball rousing and beckoning the bopping waves

He swings then dips his muscled arms feeling the powerful physicality Like a windmill slowly turning spicing the air Pulling him closer to Haulashore Island

He inhales sea air pristine and raw Sea dog salty he declares

He glides above the upside down Kingdom of silence below Where muted fish traverse swaying seaweed of purple and green Between two worlds a container ship perches quietly on the horizon

KAY McQUIRE

Nelson, NZ