NZ visual diary - entry 20

tugboat moored in Viaduct Harbour

The pandemic has sharpened my focus.

In this time of sickness,

I think silently

about frontline workers.

They stood,

a fearful symmetry, but not of Blake's vision.

Their's fear[full] and weary.

Bleached of colour by wear and fatigue,

the tugboat rests.

Its service rendered.

Only the sea cradles closely its noble worth.

Only the sea remembers its nautical glory.