Destinations
Someone assumed,
given my youth
when I emigrated
that I was fearlessThey 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 oceanSoothing 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 arriveThe great unknown
known
by arriving.
© Tanya Southey
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