Homely Quasi sonnet

# 2 Leaving

I remeber the day I went on the plane
her frosty breath almost seemed calming green
she begged me to stay, she would love
and find room for my bricks
my joints still cold from her frostbite
I turned my back and flew
as far as the planet would let me
to the sandy shores of Aoteroa
where friendly people and a tabula rasa
waited with native emerald arms
to embrace a traveller like a mother-tree
while my sisters tears hardened to sap
I escaped the white powder & brown resin
which was draining my being into automata hollows