coming ashore in my longboat
gliding gently into the shallows
the happy slap of ocean meeting land.
feet splashing into the water
hands drag the boat to rest
high above the tide line
a wave of driftwood and opened shells.
gull prints etched in the slate grey sand.
wind tugs our hair
tattoos tell stories of who we are
mullet waters- Waikanae –
fire on the beach
children playing fish eaten and plans made.
Kapiti – bold and mountain blue island
where maori and european , whale and greenstone met
symbol of our dreaming.
like you we too are travellers here
and call these islands home.
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We are travellers – always, seeking home. Thank you Sandra, this is most beautiful.