It’s NZ Poetry Week! Here are some speculative poems by our members. Enjoy!
My entire life I had the feeling that I
had to arrive
at this precise point.
It’s not on a map, it slides about—
that’s something not often known—
but still, it is an exact location
at any given moment in time:
From the North Pole all roads lead south.
If you stand there, right on that spot,
the Earth spins at your feet.
That’s not where I am.
I’m on the ever-shifting position in which
Earth’s magnetic field points directly
I’m at the mercy of the molten core
roiling away beneath me.