Rangitoto

What do I see when I look at Rangitoto

With the semester ending, my days are heavily clouded with test and exam preparation, and I have not been able to write the following post from the series. I will do that next. Instead, I enjoyed writing this poem and thought sharing it with you.

What do I see when I look at Rangitoto

An island in the shape of a mushroom head

I see its left face, the part facing Narrow Neck

Covered with trees

Rooted in volcanic ashes

I see its late afternoon face the most

When my laptop screen can no longer take my tired gaze

I run into it

Like a child seeking solace

But it sits in distance

Not only in physical proximity with a large body of water between us

In distance from my past

It misses a seven-year-old me playing at the beach, now and then resting my gaze and wondering what lies beyond it

That image was recorded in a distant land

Now out of my reach

Hopefully, it is not a past I seek when I look at Rangitoto. It would be a present one day I look back on, feeling the same connection with mountains that have my childhood.

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