September 2018

sleepless night
the morepork questioning
why we're still here

prayer vigil
the jailhouse rock
is unmoved

cold spell
the weather rewrites
my ancestory

Te Henui CemeteryIn New Zealand, September is the first month of spring and this year spring saw me reach my 69th birthday. I feel somewhat blessed to know that I have now lived through 828 cycles of the moon's phases.

To mark my birthday and to get a fuller sense of my place in the cycle of the seasons as they stretched back through the lives of my maternal ancestors I took some time to explore my Polish blood connections to the Taranaki Province of New Zealand.

newborn scent—
when will I too
come clean?