this time people died
I want to turn to the sages
the crones of astrology
the priestesses of druidry
the kaumatua of Maori
and ask for an explanation
what does all this mean?
I know they won’t take
the trauma away
I know they won’t offer
a panacea of words
but as I look in their direction
and they point me back
to mine, I see they have left
a little clue
today; a picture of a massive ice shelf
broke off Aoraki mountain.
It looks like a crystal.
* [related poems: tag:earthquake] *
Tags: 2011, alignment, crystal, earthquake, elders, meaning, wisdom


Very compelling. I liked your imagery and the depth of pain of the earthquake is staggering. Thanks