Rob Hack poet/handyman, born in Invercargill in 1953 has lived in Paekakariki for many years after
returning from his third attempt to move across the ditch.
He has been writing poems since 1997.
Train pulls into Muri station
Kapiti is a black jewel on this
the prettiest suburban ride.
Five tunnels roar to the green
of the nibbled hills and the drapery
of arching fronds. The train pulls
into Muri station, hiss of the door.
Suddenly I am young again, of all
the carriages in the world.
Too late to ask why you never left
twenty seven Octobers ago.