The Sounds

I leapt off the boat into paradise,

a summer made of bush and sea.

I gathered up my stuff from the deck

and trudged up the track

to our home for the next week

the sun's glow on me.

Next morning when the waves crashed

up onto our boat, I looked behind.

The little creamy bach

sat beneath the grass,

the flowering mānuka trees behind

and in its window

the crisp, glistening

blue ocean.