in the Kimberley; in the bush; in New Zealand; on the train


Like dashing into ‘town’

driving 200 kilometres into Kununurra

so tired I nod with sleep at the wheel and

the desert sun dives below an outrageous orange sky

the blue that bruises black

before a full moon that fills the sphere

rises and races me home


Like when we defy the forecast

decide to walk the Curra Moors in a hurricane

pursuing falcons that glide above Eagle Rock

a gale so strong that someone heavier tries to anchor me down

but I was off my feet

with exhilaration


And out of Christchurch those clouds of

yellow hammers rising like butterflies from the side of the road and

the harrier that flies alongside at eye level along the cliff for

sixty seconds of eternity


And the other day

the face of a babe asleep on his mother’s chest

a dribble appears at the corner of his mouth

mixed with milk


(c) Mary Tang 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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  1. Superb observation

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