Wawata

Under an unfamiliar sky, whose

Constellations are alien to me

I have stepped off the path.

My boreal eyes have attuned to see

That here is a different world.

Here are palms, ferns, bright

And brash blooms. Here are koru,

And powerful, pure sunlight.

Here are cicada, tui, kea

And kawakawa, lush and free.

Here, too, is pain, met with

Aroha, tears and reciprocity.

Here is proof that we can grow,

Here is hope, here is insight.

We are not lost. The moon shines full and close

We can navigate by her light

©Teresa Durran 190322