exponential kiwi

A space to share news and views from this cold, dark rainy island, the South Island of New Zealand. My name is Kim Newth - a freelance journalist, who is almost making a living out of it. Thanks for stopping by.

Feb 26

Day is dark, bright points of sharp reality -

You, lost in the fog and downed lines,

Drowning in upheaval, we seem to be

Endlessly regrouping and sliding back again.

Recovery, sounds like a patient,

Sort of word to reassure the desperate.

While the wind drifts softly on a quiet dune

And cars seep oil into secret lost places,

We try to lift it all up and only crumble

Towards a slow uneasy fear; and then

Howling inside, we run and don’t look back.

Behind lies the dark, marshy empty dune,

And weatherboards sticking up desolate

Like lost ribs of ancient dinosaurs.

The earth takes back her own in time,

Makes new things to pass the long dream -

None of it matters when you need to run

From what this dream has now undone.

If you listen hard enough to the night air

You can hear the ancient language stir,

So bright and beautiful from afar

Broken stone, restless wild stars on fire.

On this night, I wait and count my fears

As you struggle on unfamiliar ground

Children are held close with wide eyes

And we go to sleep holding hands.

Only love binds us all in the dark.