The Remarkables (or words conceived while driving to Milford Sound from Queenstown at dawn)

By Jack Tamisiea

Crisp and jagged

set against the warm, peach-hued 

backdrop of dawn.

The snow-dusted pinnacles

splattered with tangerine and honey

That slowly drips toward

the valley below

where sheep bleat, hiding

the nakedness of the field in

a blanket of cotton.

They methodically mow the fields 

near the ruins of a dilapidated barn

painted pastel and amber. 

Across this desolate stretch of road, 

the frigid waters of Lake Wakatipu beckon,

an ominous and ancient urge rising from the 

frigid abyss.