burke: On The Move #

 

A quiet day with no sightseeing,
no tramping over rough tracks,
but late rising and reading,
a day where no neighbours
are in sight - merely two pet sheep
chubby and chewing away
at fresh growth after summer rain.
So the evening visits silently,
coming in across the fields
like grey ink from Li Bai's
writing platter. I yawn
and stretch - tomorrow we're
up at 5, in the air at 6.30am.
Goodbye, rural New Zealand,
hello Christ Church -
earthquake capital ...