Broken branches and tangled leaves strewn over the river
swirl at each eddy:
scattered passengers borne on shimmering water
In another time they might have been one tree
holding tight to one another –
but the storm is over and they can rest,
drifting slowly apart at the pull of the current.
We, too, could float downstream,
warming our faces in summer sun.
Tehnuka was shortlisted in the Briefly Write Poetry Prize 2022.