I remember
long unencumbered summers,
endless warm winded days at the beach,
surfing, swimming, sun-baking and surfing again,
furtively playing cards to the small hours,
walking home and the street lights turning off at midnight.
I remember
scrambling along the river,
through mangroves and reeds,
finding signs of past boats fading in the mud,
sailing my own sabot – not too successfully!
I remember
treks into the bush,
sneaking out early with a friend,
parents unaware,
exploring in the early dawn
and yabbying with string and morsels of meat.
I remember …
I remember
cycling far afield
to other towns and places,
with lunch and possibilities
firmly tied on.
I remember
when worries were small
and life was big,
when dreams were limitless
and “no” un-thought of.
I remember
being young
but as they say,
‘that was another country’
and yet
… it still whispers to me.
Travels from Ur 