Kai Moana

With our backs to the sea
we clamber at low tide around rocks
that from the foreshore would appear
as if rough cast with oysters.
We’re safe in our Warehouse sandals
but if we’re not cautious
then these oysters
these big fat Pacific oysters
can cut our fingers till they bleed.
Today though we don’t care.
I turn to catch your smile
as warm and wide and ready as the sea.
You don’t have to say please
and neither do I.
Just think –
the whole world on our tongues
bursting tangy and replete
from a jagged
oyster shell.

Bob Orr