Where Hemispheres Meet. Poem by Matt Mooney

Self-contained in selfdrive cars:
Families, my daughter's and my own
In a blue Focus and a light blue Fiesta,
Driving always in formation-
Our sights were set on Milford Sound.

We stopped at times by chasms.
Stunned by haloed mountain peaks;
Boundless acres of countless sheep.

Eating at a roadhouse at a cross
Where the chimney with its log fire
Filled us with New Zealand lore.

Now the evening's endless mountains
Throw the cloak of twilight round us.

Daughters in exile in Australia
Travel with us on the road tonight;
So far, so long, now all together,
Hemispheres had found each other.