A triolet
Tickling tiny shells like rose-tinted jewellery:
There’s a certain way of running, when you run into the sea
Head back, arms flail, eyes fix on the ocean’s proximity
Tickling tiny shells like rose-tinted jewellery:
Feel the delicate meanderings of the tidal underbelly
Slap of kelp, skin shiver, scrape of sand, foam flurry
Tickling tiny shells like rose-tinted jewellery:
There’s a certain way of running, when you run into this sea.
The Rakiura National Park covers most of Stewart Island in the far south of New Zealand.
Evening in the Rakiura National Park, Stewart Island, New Zealand