Unhinged

(Piha Women’s Retreat)

We stagger across the beach
Like giggling school girls. Clad
In nightgowns. Feet bared.
Black sands between our toes;
Heavy with fatigue yet light
As champagne flutes; our pain
Released! The sea sweeps in
from our left. To the right, a
More-pork laments its name.
Calling us home. Wild Women.
Un-tethered. Unleashed. Quite.
Quite Unhinged. Returned to
Ourselves. At last.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2018