Target- Papatowai
I who never
travel much these days
have been
tracking the movements of my antipodal mate
on the
other side of the globe, Down-Under as it happens,
and perhaps
at this moment walking upside down to me
in a place
whose name means “forest meets sea”
and where
the thirty or so local inhabitants
and more
particularly you, my upside down shadow,
could be
enjoying the sun setting over
for it’s
twenty two hundred hours there and still twenty one degrees Celsius,
and according
to my intelligence you may have spent the day
checking
out
Florence
Hill Lookout and maybe even the Lost Gypsy Gallery
and you
probably undertook the Shank’s Bush Nature trail
and
discovered the middens left by your early Maori ancestors
in the
place where the bones of the moa, those flightless birds
now
extinct, were once found
while I sit
here in single digit temperatures, in my
dressing gown,
munching
toast and swigging tea, doing this virtual reconnaissance
through
you, my antipodal doppelganger.
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