LA PLAGE (Muriwai, New Zealand)--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand

LA PLAGE (Muriwai, New Zealand)

Day stretches itself looming hardly

To the flapping leaves of the cabbage trees

In the warm summer breeze that blows

The gravel winding road to the black sand beach

Filled with sky, gulls, ocean

Glistening emerald under the canopy of

Molten metal. A ridge of darker

Blue edges the horizon and I know that

All seen is not the real sight these eyes

Pine for but will do till I awake with

Newly-sharpened vision to feast upon the

Lightning glow of a soft inner world

My feet burn on the hot iron sand

As we shuffle along clutching keys

That guard coffee and cake, I see

a crowd of swimmers who plunge and yell

Revelling their bodies in white foam

I am astounded, once again, at the

Strangeness of the human form

Measuring out its mortal days.

Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia.  She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.