The earth shifts –
moving
she stirs to wake me.
This air I breathe –
is your breath.
This land I walk –
is your body.
All that time away,
the image of this land burned
on the back of my eyes.
I saw nothing –
but through the after-image
of mountain, lake, forest, river, sea.
Here now, whole again,
to read the map of my land
to walk my own path.
I would be one with you.
© Claire Griffin 2016
We had an earthquake last night –
and I remembered this poem,
written after the first earthquake I felt
after my return to NZ from the UK.
invisible necessity 
I hope all is okay after the quake?
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Oh yes – thank you – but it was a big loud jolt – enough to get the heart beating fast and start feeling worried. We get quite a few earthquakes in NZ and I used to be pretty relaxed about them – finding them rather exciting. But major quakes hit one of our cities (Christchurch) about 5 years ago – and no-one takes them lightly anymore.
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