THE CODA / by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

Bondi summer eves

The tide moves further from the beach

the husk of a waning year remains

the evenings slow, the whales breach

you'll see your family soon again.

There is a buzzing in the air

a joint delight that's earned and true 

you've grown and stretched, you've wept, you've reached

discovered things that make you, you.