MAKARA

Our MAKARA 

I wanted 

to know 

the origin of

where this tree 

was first

anchored to

the earth

before it fell 

into the ocean current

at the beginning 

of the great voyage

into the laps of the Gods

the sun and moon. 

When it was sculptured

from the rub 

of land and sea

to the smooth driftwood 

at this landing place

on the edge of 

the shoreline.

Strikingly white as the

seagulls feather

amongst the kelp 

the unsteady sea saw 

horizontal tree climb 

a bench seat 

carved from the shell

our

children's laughter 

skimming stones

across the silver dazzle.

Avie.