Aoraki // Revisited

“I am content”

I said aloud and anchored,

My visual net cast out on your inverted ocean

Content to merely marvel

At the uncanny ebb and flow of blue-white, blue-white waves.

I do not need to conquer; to scale

To immerse myself in your cloudy depths

To look upon you is enough.  It feels like floating anyway.

The sport will suffice.  I catch only to return.