By Julia VaughanTurning Fifty-SevenAcknowledging Judith Wright’s Turning FiftyAs I drink my coffee in the early morning sunI taste my fifty-seven years.Pure joy, chaos, terror and funGirl to woman, so many tears.At 7, walking home from Pembi Dam, all alone,Through a bog, stepping with intent,Choosing grassy clumps, in the zone,Never saw snakes, utter content.At 8, terrorists (or…