A SUNDAY IN SEPTEMBER 2010
A high, spiteful wind whips the harbour.
Ferry crossing is rough.
I watch the wind swirl around my cave and marvel
at the peacefulness inside this place.
Universal Mother plays music for my soul
Computer stick connects me to a larger world.
I search the net to find news of earthquake in Christchurch,
Floods in Victoria, Systems of Sound, Wellness and emails.
I ponder at the time I have left here.
Unable to compose a plan, I compose a poem and send it to Annie Castle.
Somehow the reaching out to a friend makes the winds blast less severe.
I go hot and cold, in and out of fever.
Virginia Jean Gow.
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