Today I feel a deep pride and happiness that a poem that has taken 15 years to complete has been published in one of my favorite poetry journals–The Whirlwind Review. This journal has a focus poetry following a spiritual path, and the current issue has a theme of journeying. That made it a perfect place to submit this poem, Drifting Along. My deepest thanks goes to editor, Jill Jepson, herself a writer I greatly admire.
New Zealand is a land far away from my own, but it is a spiritual homeland of sorts. After visiting there in July 2000, a twenty-five year silence in my writing of poetry ended after a spiritual experience I had on South Island. The beauty of the country and the kindness and friendliness of the people made this a trip I will never forget.
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The link to the poem: http://www.writingthewhirlwind.net/Kendall.html
Audio: If you care to listen to me read this poem (and I hope you will–this is one of my most favorite poems), click on the link below. Give it a few seconds to load.
Drifting Along
. Visiting Waitomo Caves, New Zealand
There are moments when I wonder if one day
I will drift too far, too deep into my mind,
a world where fragmented thoughts,
memories and feelings might be lost forever.
The last trip.
A one-way ticket.
Traveling halfway around the world, we are
in New Zealand, the land of Aotearoa,
‘the land of the long white cloud.’ Driving
south, we arrive in the Maori heartland.
From Rotorua with its dizzying sulfuric scent,
we hike past brilliant springs, steaming lakes
and hot, bubbling mud pools where it seems
as if the underworld might hover just below
the surface of this ancient thermal valley.
One morning we go to see Pōhutu Geyser.
After a while, I wander from the path only to be
unexpectedly splashed by a small spurt of water
that was invisible until I came too close.
The Maori guide tells me that I’ve been blessed
by the spirits. Brushing off the still warm spray
of water, I hope she is right. I want to believe.
Driving through this world of rolling green
volcanic hills, we finally reach the Waitomo Caves.
As we wait for our boat, I feel a pulse in the land—
I know we are standing on sacred ground.
With our inner clocks all timed out, we begin
the dark journey into the heart of the cavern
Skimming silently through the still waters,
the young boatman leads us far into the blackness
of a cave that tunnels in so far, we lose all light
and sense of where we are. Our eyes now adjust
to this obsidian underworld, and it seems that
we have begun to cross into unending nighttime.
Everyone in the boat is silent. To be this close
to the infinite expanse of darkness,
to transcend time and self—this is a place
for stillness…and so it is.
With only the lapping of water against the boards,
the boat slips along. Although we came here
knowing what was hidden in this hollow, no one
is prepared for the full beauty of what is there.
I look up and see endless strings of glowworms—
glowworms hanging so high up, they become
numberless strands of summer stars—pale green fires
in these underground heavens whose ghostly translucence
leaves me feeling as if I am asleep somewhere,
not wanting to wake up from this ethereal place
in which I float between two worlds.
The boat glides quietly in the gentle sway of water,
and it is then that I begin to fear we have drifted too far.
I can remember no way back.
No signposts.
No markers.
No trail of crumbs.
My thanks to the New Zealand Tourist Bureau for the magnificent pictures shown above.
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Thank you so much for both liking this poem and for sharing it.
Mary you are so truly welcome!
Beautiful. Images and words. I’m glad I listened to you read it. You have such a hypnotic voice. I enjoyed it very much.
Thank you, Ali, for your generous and kind words. I’m glad you liked this poem.
Congratulations! Mary, such a splendid poem. I was captivated as listening as you put your lovely words to voice.
Oh you are far too sweet!! But I’m thrilled that you liked the poem. 😊
You are a visionary with very keen perception, and a manner so genuine in telling your memorable story.
Thank you, Myke. I’m so glad you stopped by my blog to read this poem. 😊
Reiterating Jet’s thoughts Mary – a truly evocative virtual tour. Many congratulations.
P.S. I still cannot load the audio file – oh well.
Thank you dear Hariod. How I wish we could figure out that sound issue. Best wishes ~ Mary
Love your work Mary. Congratulations. I am sending a copy yo my frirnd in New Zealand who I am sure will enjoy this beautiful poem.
Tina, how very kind of you. Thank you!
Beautiful piece. Congratulations
Many thanks, Derrick. I’m very glad you like it. Best wishes ~ Mary
congratulations Mary, well deserved
Thank you so much. 😊
B e a u t i f u l !
Merci! Thank you. 😊
Beautiful – thank you from New Zealand
Maureen, I’m happy you liked it. I truly love your beautiful homeland. 💕
Oh Mary, such a magnificent poem. Great job bringing us through the cave with you, into the darkness, the suspense, and a new world. Congratulations on your publication. And I really liked listening to you read it too, so clear. I had no idea what the images were until we got there. Truly wonderful, congratulations.
I’m so happy you liked it this much. That means the world to me. Thank you! ❤