Wading through the sea of sand
Red sun melting
Dipping into dusk
The shadows get long as the animals prepare for night
Did I see a kangaroo mouse hop across the road?
Memories have a funny way of dancing in and out of reach
Rainy season
Destination: Yuvuru
We glide in a long low wooden pirogue
The red, muddy water is pierced by a pole that grips the river floor and propels us forward
We have a motor but it is too shallow here
My baby sister is swaddled and wrapped to the bench of the boat
The rhythm of the water lulls her to sleep
The river widens and narrows and as its banks creep closer I see people
White teeth, white eyes, dark faces
They run parallel with us along the shore, waving
We are always a sight to see with our alabaster skin and eyes the colour of the sky
An adjustment
Village life
We dodge cow pies and thorns the length of small swords
The sun cooks the sand
Burning tender feed
I can never find my shoes
A swing
A red radio
A dung beetle tied to a string
A yellow tonka truck
A tire
A stick
A soccer ball
Kids are kids wherever you are
If language is a fence
We hop over and tunnel under
We are all fluent in PLAY.
