A phantom winter chills my limbs
Though I stand in full sun.
Water laps my ankles, pulling, pushing,
The scent of summer flowers
Wafts in an air thinner than I've known.
When the sun dips,
Stars unknown to me reveal themselves
And my mother wakes a world away.
We share twilight to midnight,
And I watch our namesakes upside down
Witnessing skies unfamiliar
Tracking stars I cannot find.
The earth beneath my feet remains
And that is all that is unchanged
And for half a decade
I will rise with foreign bird song
And set with a sun that sinks below tides.
I have gone to the ends of the earth
But in my being
I have brought all I know here with me.
Where oh whare*
Will my feet take me
Will my breath propel me,
In this land known for wayfinding,
I hope I find my way
Where oh whare,
I may not know.
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*whare - Māori word for house whose location changes relative to where the sun, moon, or stars rise or set. The Te kapehu whetū (star compass) features 7 whare used for wayfinding.
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Sarah Penney
Writer, graphics designer, and adventure-haver. I focus on slice of life anecdotes, travel pieces, and the occasional deep dives into science, film, books, and anything else that catches my fancy. ME and DC.
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