I’d never considered how old water was until I stood by the Lindsay creek, Puke-haukea, in Dunedin trying to write a poem about it. As I tuned in I wondered - how old is this water? As old as the sunrise? And now you’ve made me think - maybe even older. It’s interesting to think of our engagement with water as participating in, and linking to the past.
Especially when you think about the water within us, that makes up so much of our bodies. How old are those molecules? Where were they formed? Where have they been?
I’d never considered how old water was until I stood by the Lindsay creek, Puke-haukea, in Dunedin trying to write a poem about it. As I tuned in I wondered - how old is this water? As old as the sunrise? And now you’ve made me think - maybe even older. It’s interesting to think of our engagement with water as participating in, and linking to the past.
Especially when you think about the water within us, that makes up so much of our bodies. How old are those molecules? Where were they formed? Where have they been?
Yes. When that old-water-in-us thought flashed through, I tried to not think about it, and then when I did, I got no further than wow.