Inside out

Some poems and reflections on life

Crossing over

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Swimming through cold ocean
muscles cramping painful tired
Crawling over rough rocks and
tide pools to find the
Path into a suburban

Next bus leaves at 3.30pm.

If you stand on the south coast of Wellington, you can look one way out into the southern ocean and then turn around to see the suburban edge of the city. I have never swum Cook Strait, but a number of people have. This poem attempts to capture the disjunction between open ocean and city life and the feeling of moving from the dangerous and unfamiliar to the safe and familiar.

© David Earle, 2009.


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