Waitangi Beach, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)

Here I came to the very edge, where nothing at all needs saying

everything is absorbed through weather and the sea

and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered,

and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave

and every day on the balcony of the sea,

wings open, fire is born

and everything is blue again like morning.

Pablo Neruda