Ode to the home of the flightless birds

something about new zealand's oceans reminded me that it’s okay to appear peaceful and tame, yet be capable of carrying unmeasurable depth. to carry mysteries so big, yet only offer the quick flash of a whale tail on the surface.

to show that beneath a shiny exterior exists answers waiting for discovery. 

something about the downpours of the rainforest, only a few miles from drought stricken hills, reminded me that even the earth sobs and because it does, everything beneath it prospers in time.

 to cry is to water the fire you’ve been burning in. 

something about plummeting toward a melting glacier below me, a reminder that 

even glaciers must shed the past.

and the mountains. my goodness those mountains… reminded me that even solid rock desires to stretch itself across earth's surface for miles. the way that they all crumbled by the coast. a reminder that 

even boastful summits long to know the trifling insignificance of a grand of sand. 

something about the way wild horses slept peacefully by cliffs, reminding me that 

my risks are just everyday life for those truly living. 

something about the kiwi birds… a reminder that an entire nation could admire something even if that thing believes it is better off in hiding. to be loved abundantly… and not even notice. 

a curse even flightless birds can't hide from.