General Poetry posted September 18, 2019

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Visiting Fiordland National Park, New Zealand.

Coming To Know My Place

by LisaMay

Cracks of thunder in the night –
storm warning, or is all about to fall?
Alarmed, we quake before you, 
knowing our span is fragile.
Time is a construct; tomorrow will tell.
Now, here at the end of the valley, 
I am nestled in nature’s clasp.
All is a world away and wonder-full.
Awestruck at an ungodly hour, 
my love is tremulous.
Birds sing my hymns of praise.
On this morning I hike in delight,
noticing dewdrops on cobwebs,
and a tender fern’s shy shiver 
when the breeze bends a stem. 
Snow sheens the brow of a ridge,
while sweat baptises my own.
Like a censer in a cathedral,
riverside mist drifts its wintry breath,
wafting among vaulted trees.
The primeval forest absorbs –
surrounds me in its embrace.
As nature's observant worshiper, 
I’ve come to know my place
in this heartland wilderness.



Author's Note:
This is another poem I wrote as a result of my recent trip to Deep Cove, on Doubtful Sound, in New Zealand's Fiordland National Park - a UNESCO World Heritage-listed Wilderness area.
It is also an area of earthquake activity, which is referred to in the first stanza of the poem.
The landscape is very dramatic, almost overwhelming. I went there to know more about it and to photograph its beauty on the grand scale and in its smaller details.

The phrase "I've come to know my place" carries various connotations: that of discovery, as well as intimidation and dominance - a feeling of insignificance, and also reverence for a spiritual connection as part of creation.
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