Kaitak, July 1997
[pre]Morning;
The smell of scrambled eggs permeates
The air; the English rain fights
At the window.
Except we are not in England.
The mist parts to reveal a pristine
Blue sea. Waves lap against a ferry,
junks shimmer.
We glide past huge, mute
White sentinels. The clothes on
A washing line wave eagerly at us.
Some people tend to their sanctuaries;
Others scuttle about below us in their
Cars, trams and red-draped taxis. Still others
Gaze fixatedly at their TV screens.
All are waiting.
Waiting anxiously for the moment when
All hell will break loose; when
Fireworks will glitter and explode over Victoria Harbour; when
The scarlet stars of China will replace the ubiquitous Union Jack.
The captain announces
We are arriving. There is no better time
to say it -
Darling, I'm coming home.[/pre]
