I’ve spent the past week in the Yasawa Islands, Fiji, escaping from the wintry blast that has been afflicting South Head.
I’d originally planned to take my laptop and work on a couple of stories while we were away, but in the end, decided to leave work behind.
I was certain I’d write something while I was there, but I have to admit that I struggled for inspiration, only managing a handful of haiku.
Tiny hermit crab
scoots along glimmering sand.
It sees me and stops.
paint a clean line in the sand.
Caramel to cream.
I see the sun’s rays
push against the comb-like palms.
Grey stripes on the sand.