South of Cape Horn and Tierra del Fuego,
the Cape of Good Hope and Tasmanian harbours,
New Zealand's fjords and the roaring forties,
Antarctica is the final landfall:
ultimate lesson in psychogeography -
endurance versus extremity -
harrowing, unconditional journey
through hell's zones,
cracking open your soul.
It is a second birth, my child -
no longer baptism by fire,
but its antithesis, ordeal by ice -
the howling recesses of night
depriving you of sanctuary, forcing you
through black, abysmal tundras of the mind,
the Southern Cross shape-shifting
into albatross that you must bear
beyond the fierce and visceral horizon,
to the heart of time.
The blithe red boat of childhood
lies abandoned, high and dry;
you stumble toward healing's
grail - survival - and you will
arrive.
for Romany
Antarctica
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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