Losing things

In that time of loss

when I moved North

and left things behind

and lost things

I went with my son and nephew to Waitarere beach

We boiled the billy

made tea

the boys played cards

When we got back and discovered

I had left my camping pot lid behind in the pine forest

I could have cried

Four years later my centre feels stronger

No longer like a jellyfish washed up on a beach

vulnerable and leaking at the edges

They say you need to lose things to gain things

Let go so you can reach for something new

And yes I do find when boiling water for a cup of tea after Christmas lunch at Uretiti Beach

Bellies stuffed with too much Mango trifle

That an enamel plate from the Dargaville opshop makes a perfect lid