Tag: Australia

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What countries do you want to visit?

Australia. That’s the one.

Every time someone asks where I’d run off to, if time and money weren’t a leash, it’s Australia. Loud and clear like a wave crash.

I want it all, the weird, the wild, the wonder.

I want summer heat that slaps you in the face and melts you down into something softer.

I want to wake up in a tent, located far from city lights. My wish is to have red dust in my hair and a notebook full of sand-crusted stanzas.

A little poets’ retreat for one. It’s just me and my words. The landscape doesn’t give a damn if I get it right.

I want to see the Great Barrier Reef before it’s gone. I want to float above a riot of color, coral, and life. Another wish I hold is to remind others that the world still holds magic.

I want to meet a dingo. Not a zoo version, but the real kind. Somewhere out in the open. That is coming from the guy who wanted to go scorpion hunting. With black lights and everything, in Vegas…
Until he had his first AZ bark scorpion encounter.

I want kangaroos in the distance. They look like strange statues with soft eyes. I also want the low hum of unfamiliar birds. This sound stitches silence into something sacred. I know a kangaroo will kick my head in until Christmas 2030, so we are totally keeping distance.

I want the ocean, whether it is blue and angry or calm and endless. Axton does not care. I just want to stand in front of it. I want to remember that I’m small in the best way. It reminds me that I belong to something bigger.

I want sharks too. In the distance, like the kangaroos. I love danger with a heartbeat. I want to admire their beauty safely. We all know sea puppies need hugs too.

I want to cook shrimp on the barbie just to say I did. I want to get sun-kissed and freckled. Let’s drink something cold while the air buzzes with heat and possibility.

I want to go where the sky flips. Southern constellations will be above me. Everything I thought I knew will be upside down. I will be better for it.

And yeah, I’d write poems there,

I can see it now. I sit cross-legged on scorched earth.
I call it holy,

Screaming a line into the wind and hearing it echo,

That’d be lit

That’d be everything

For pause.

And I’d probably stay there until my They/Them Goddess called me home.

Unless of course somehow I got them to
stay upside down with me.

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