Koru

Slivery and silvery,
tiny seashell pebbles
slip into my footprints
as I walk to the water,
where I bend to wash
the green of my pounamu
blessing it
and the meaning behind
our partnership that
it encapsulates.
The roar of the sea
sends the whip to my heart,
which pauses briefly,
fleetingly quiet
allowing the ache of our love
to return and return