State Highway 1 stretching south —
Christchurch
slipping from my shoulders

© Helen Lowe

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Toward the end of last year I spent upward of 5 weeks in a remote coastal location, working on my current book. I also wrote a number of haiku during that time, which I have been featuring as Tuesday Poems. Last week I told you the featured haiku was the last in the series, but in fact that wasn’t quite right — although it takes the final place in the current sequence, this one was actually the first written.

I hesitated to include it, because it involves a metaphor and therefore technically cannot be a haiku—but I thought I would include it anyways and you may take it as a very short poem following the form of a contemporary haiku. And “probably” a confessional one and therefore “not art.” 😉

The reason I want to include it regardless, is becasue I wonder how many others ‘oot thar’, feel like that about Christchurch in these post-earthquake days. I know for me, it really did feel like a weight falling away that day.

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