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?’