Cape Pillar, Tasmania 2022

vivianimbriotis | Oct. 30, 2022, 2:16 p.m.

The highway’s death and the forest’s birth

Drizzle falls between the banksias

Here at the ends of the earth

Of warmth there is a decided dearth

Once walking stops and chills seep in

At the trail’s death and the boardwalk’s birth

Set up a campground as our berth

Abandon packs and float away

Here at the ends of the earth

One thinks oddly of one’s worth

The scent of sassafas marking time

At one Viv’s death and another’s birth.

There’s less space for despair or mirth

Crushed down by all the majesty

Here at the ends of the earth

We turn back and head for home

As rock gives way to rain soaked loam

At ocean’s end and forest’s birth

Here at the ends of the earth


About Viv

Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.