Haitus

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Peering through my window atop the hill I can see an entire circle of the Earth.

To the East the South Pacific Ocean opens out towards the distant horizon with small islands floating like dark green moss beneath a salmon pink sunsetting sky. Around my shoulders to North South and West a mottled shawl of shaded purple blue and green mountains hug the boundaries in a warming strength and giving protection from the Southern Pole's snow cold breath.

There is not a vehicle moving along the country road,nor a human being to be seen.

The native forest and Black Walnut tree crop is standing erect relieved ,refreshed by the recent down pours.

The only movement is the calm ,casual browsing of a flock of black-faced ewes.

There is no sound.

It is now only moments away from the fall of darkness.

The birds are roosting ,their chortling chatter has ceased.It is almost as though the World has stopped turning as I sit within the awesome beauty of my place and good fortune.

"There she is!...My! Mother Earth! ...Body laid out before my eyes. Arms stretched up.Legs apart .Thighs wide open. Womb heaving in a gentle sigh."

But away.. within the deep reaches of her bowels ..pain seethes,heaves, pushes forth,erupts, as a hiatus herniates breaks a Nation wide open to bury and bleed the heart dry of a million children.

Now birthed...to be nurtured by a mother.... they can never trust again.

Across their land the stench of lost life,along the shores the over-burdened craft set forth, forever to seek lost paradise.

And here in New Zealand , our Island Nation a mere 4 million souls spread beneath the sky in Paradise found, heave a gentle sigh as the rest of the World goes slowly by.
  

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