I loved Australia. It was everything I imagined it to be: big, wild, full of possibilities. Both rugged and beautiful at the same time, Australia left an imprint on my soul.
I have been able to relive the more poignant memories by reading through some of my old journals. Fortunately, my younger, more romantic, self also loved to write. I thought I would share one of the poems I found …
IN TRANSITION
Sometimes
in the evenings
dusty blue and
shimmering,
I pause
to listen
for the trailing ends
of conversations-
half-remembered
undulating
on a breath of air
reverberating.
And sometimes
in the half light
reflections
of conversations
attract
refract;
whispers
echoing silently,
shattering
the stillness
of a
memory.
I’d love to hear what you think….
