Contact

I could be strolling on a river bank, or sitting in a managed park. I could be walking on a saltbush plain, or where soil is parched and stark. I could be climbing Perry sand hills; be shaded by a Wilga tree. I will never be there on my own - we’re still in contact; you and me. I could be gazing at a rainbow arc, or clouds billowing to rain. I could witness lightning and thunder; stroll on a sun drenched plain. I could see a stumpy tail upon the tar; a mob of grazing kangaroo. I will never be there on my own - we’re still in contact; you and me. I will never be there on my own - we’re still in contact; you and me. We talk about adventure that we had - it seems I’m talking to nobody.