The Memory Of Things

Now it was paddocks with the remaining trees standing like vestiges to a forgotten forest, all else lost in time.

What was left was things that clung on, rabbit, frog, black cockatoo - like we clung on to this land and house.

No different, just we worked by minutes and hours, days, weeks and months.

The animals knew two things, day and night, and I guess we were no different except we lived by the constructs of man in a house with food and drink to pass our lips bought with money.

So all this time we heard the calls of these beasts of the wild, and never gave it a second thought, but in our hearts longed for it, that freedom.

So the earth was laid out before me, and I travelled far, never realizing, never thinking that the answer was inside that whole time, you just had to open your eyes.