Then time took up the koru sun
That coiled and edged the bay
Burned and in its heaven spun
The spiral of that shimmering day
And waves fell tilted from the spill
To topple there and then at last lay still.
There the gyre and there the strand
In progress set to play and turn
The thrower takes the cast to hand
And catches ripples in return
So the steady foot step trails
And dusts the trace where imprint fails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem