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#4130 poetry

photo: Te Waikoropupu Springs, Takaka, Golden Bay, on the trail leading to the pure waters of Pupu Springs, you don’t know what to expect until you arrive

We were going somewhe

but we didn’t know where

and we went anyway

every step of the way

one second at a time,

or years, who knows

how long is the path?

but when we would reach the end

we would say to ourselves “already there?”