Poetry | Tongariro Crossing

Poetry allows to capture a moment; a poem can be an image captured in words. The poem below was inspired by a woman I encountered while traversing the Tongariro Crossing.


Tongariro Crossing


The Italian Mama is lost.

In pink pants and

leather shoes she is

a snail amongst craters

and back packed youths

there is no house

to crawl into.


It’s just one   s l o w   step

after the other

‘How long

til I’m down?’