Heart Murmur

12/02/24 • 3 min

Awoke to a head full of histories. The birds here are going doolally for new blossoms in the trees around the house, feeding chicks, drinking heavily on nectar, facing the day as it arrives. Thought that I should try and do the same.

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This is a short poem written looking across at Kapiti Island north of Wellington in New Zealand. Heavily influenced by jet-lag and what has been a very curious year for me.

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The duality of internal and external worlds seems very relevant at this time in our culture and at this moment of big global change.

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