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Hitching Alone for the First Time
by Maria McMillan
I took a bus to the outskirts of the town
I grew up in. It was so flat. The Southern Alps
blared at me like a car radio.
It was drizzling but auspicious.
Five rides and three hours to get seventy kilometres.
But I got dropped at the corner, things
bounding in me like rabbits. And there, there
was Sarah, on the daffodil farm. All that space.
Hours yet of daylight. How well I would live.
Photograph by Graeme Acton.
Maria McMillan is a writer, parent, activist, and information architect who lives in Whanganui-a-Tara, Wellington. Her poetry has appeared in a number of New Zealand publications including the New Zealand Listener, Sport, the Lumière Reader and Enamel. Her collection The Rope Walk will be published in 2013 by Seraph Press.
