While cycling in New Zealand recently I found this poem in a delightful little book about the local area. Reading through it, I found it really hit a chord with me. The book was one of many available for visitors to flick though in one of the guest houses (Tiger Hill Lodge) we stayed in, probably to help showcase the area we were cycling through.
The book was Parallel Lines, Riding the Central Otago Rail Trail. Poetry by Anne Villiers and Paintings by John Z Robinson. It was full of beautiful poems and paintings of the local area of Omakau.
This poem was set out exactly as I have reproduced it below. It was this, combined with the words, that had such an impact on me.
This is the place where souls come
To be mended where
Tatty ends of unfinished business
Or business unravelled
Are drawn together and tenderly
Seen only by the weaver
Whose loving fingers
Repair the frangible fabric of lives
On reflection, the poem sums up my journey from being miserable and broken as a result of being made redundant, the ensuing ‘fight’ to save our jobs and onto the ‘mending’ of my unfinished business by cycling the rail trail. The physical and mental aspect of the cycling trip, the good friends we travelled with and the changing scenery all aided in repairing my soul.
My despair vanished and I returned home with my sparkle firmly back in place. This is a lovely example of serendipity and finding solace in words and pictures in a totally unexpected way. I hope you can you see what I’m trying to say here.
Thank you to everyone involved!
Written in response to the Daily Post’s prompt of Vanish.