Below the surface

Hidden tides continue to ebb and flow

Meandering along the landscape

 

Rivers from down below flooding on our streets

rinsing the stories hidden in the cracked pavements

over the seas searching a new place of belonging

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Power trickles down or up or across?

Everyday treading this water 

Ripples become waves crashing

On an invisible shoreline of control

 

Sweeping towards the cliffs, breaching imposed boundaries

Seeping into cracks in rocks and city soil–water finds a place.

Calmly surging, storing and resurfacing spatial memories.

 

Rewriting the histories 

one drop at a time

I scrutinise the spectacle of a ripple 

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Life vibrates out from its center

In protest, in the wind of change

Currents find their way