Dream Quest One Third Poetry Prize
Winner - Winter 2014 - 2015
In the blustery haze of autumn,
Waves topped with manes of windblown spray
Tumble and slide,
Rumble and sigh;
Millions of bubbly fingers
Trilling on the smooth sand.
We stand side by side,
Our voices stolen by the wind.
You say something,
And I do not hear.
But your mirage shadows,
Like flickering puppets in the
with the shadows of my mind.
You turn to me with a wispy smile,
And all the frayed pieces lock silently into place.
About the poet:
I come from southern New Zealand. I am currently living on the edge of Tokyo City, working as a freelance translator and
writer, but my heart will always remain in New Zealand. This poem was inspired by memories of my homeland when I experienced
a feeling of déjà vu at a beach in autumn, south of Tokyo. ~Ryusuke Kawachi