Written by Grant Shimmin
Where the moving edge dips below the retreating waterline she spins Face to the heavens Arms wide then reaching high Around and around steady and sure of alternating foot Joy spiralling upwards through eyes shut but pouring light back into sky And as she spins, oblivious waves prostrate themselves at her whirling, dancing feet
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Grant Shimmin is a South African-born poet long resident in New Zealand. He counts humanity, nature, and their relationship as poetic passions. He has work published/forthcoming at Roi Faineant, Does it Have Pockets?, The Hooghly Review, underscore_magazine, Amethyst Review, Dreich and elsewhere.