by Tanya Southey   Aug 12, 2019

Someone assumed,
given my youth
when I emigrated
that I was fearless

They were not to know
I spent years
calling Australia home,
before I had ever
tasted the water
or witnessed the red sand
crashing like waves
into the blue ocean

Soothing my fear
with the word 'home'

They would look at me
quizzically and say:
“I had no idea you were Australian.”
and I would laugh and reply
“I am not, but I going to be.”

All destinations
are darkness
until we arrive

The great unknown
by arriving.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Daniel

    ‘All destinations
    are darkness
    until we arrive’

    So true. I don’t think you need the last stanza.

    This is a little different for you! Feels like we got to know you a bit more :) carefully and professionally written as ever.

    • 5 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks Daniel. I think you are right. I should have ended it before. Really appreciate the feedback.