My favourite work was my poem,
The Heat.
The heat was like standing inside an oven.
Trees standing still, stunned by the overwhelming force of the sun.
In a haze off in the distance, a city bursting with life. The tallest building towering above, just visible.
I study a bead of sweat. Tracing its journey down my arm, only to have it disappear, gone up to the sky with nothing but a tiny grain of salt.
My tongue is as dry as an African desert.
Back in New Zealand, life still goes on without me.
And yet this heat fills my body like a parasite, growing bigger the longer I’m exposed to this heat.
The doors open and the cold air hits me like a steam roller.
The refreshing air fills my body, I dread the journey back but I know I can survive,
The Heat.
I like it because it reminds me of going to Dubai and all the things I got to see on my world trip!
