One night in Jakarta without setting foot proper in the capital
is a pity, but I was sincerely too sleepy from jet lag
and screwed-up cyclical body rhythms to get up from the comfortable bed.
Here’s to the apparition that is me, that is not quite there in Jakarta.
Hugeass room, just me and one other living thing: the tree.
Home sweet home on a Saturday evening,
heading out for late night coffee to catch up with a long lost friend.
And it’s Mother’s Day tomorrow.
See you in a day’s time, Auckland.