Haibun ~ Patricia
From my friend's
house the flight to the South Island of New Zealand is in two stages:
a 36-seater plane to Wellington and a short flight
in a16-seater across Cook Strait.
It's a cold windy day and Wellington Airport is notorious for its bumpy
plane passage across the harbour between rocky hills to the city. This
flight is no exception. The plane veers and bumps but lands safely.
I can't help noticing the patch of vomit at the entrance to the airport
There's an hour's
delay before the smaller plane takes off and my friend and I spend
it browsing in the bookshop. We each pick
up a purchase:
hers is a book of poetry by a New Zealand poet, Nice morning for
it, Adam by Vincent O'Sullivan; mine is Fiona Farrell's superb new novel
On the small plane
the captain is a young slip of a girl whose parents occupy the seats
behind her. They are busy photographing the take-off
with their cine camera and proudly tell us it is her first time
piloting a plane. A thick fog envelops the aircraft and it's
a bumpy, eerie,
silent flight broken only by the occasional remark from passengers.
hands clasped in
I glance beneath the seat
for a paper bag
Finally the plane
lands. The captain says, with a wry smile, "I
hope you enjoyed the flight as much as I did."
In the arrival lounge
there is no one to meet us. We decide to wait for half an hour before
calling the friend with whom
When he fails to arrive, we go and 'phone him. A gruff voice
answers the phone: "Damn, I thought you were arriving tomorrow. Give me
half an hour and I'll be there." While we wait we enjoy
a cup of coffee and a sandwich and look through the windows
at small aircraft
landing and taking off.
no taxis in sight
at the country airport -
seagulls on the runway
Finally our friend
arrives, gives each of us a sheepish grin, a huge hug and a kiss. "Welcome
back," he says, "good to see
you again." He lifts our suitcases easily into the
waiting car, sees us safely seat-buckled, turns on a Mozart
we drift out into
the countryside. There is little traffic, the sunshine
is brilliant and the fields green with new grapevines.
the fresh light green of vines
how quick the mood change
Prime is a teacher living in Auckland, New Zealand. She writes poetry,
reviews, interviews and essays, and has had the occasional short story
published. Patricia is co-editor of the haiku magazine Kokako, reviews
editor of the Internet magazine Stylus, and poetry judge of the traditional
poetry magazine MetVerse Muse. She writes haiku, tanka, linked verse and
haibun, sometimes in collaboration with other poets. In 2005, Patricia
is to lead a ginko for poets attending the Haiku Festival Aotearoa.
2005: Simply Haiku