Outdoors with my friend


Last week I went out to the little town of Mudgee
(of honey and wine fame)
to stay with my dear friend Alice.
Our week together was joyous;
I am still soaking in the sunshine
of long summer days spent,
and the new memories
we made
of that place,
indoors and out;
She took me out to her family's farm;
to feed the hungry calves,
step inside the cottage her Grandfather built with his hands,
feel the heat and sway of old gums,
finding surprises like bees on thistle,
and a swallowed horse shoe
I thought how lucky we were -
to be part of our great land
We rode bicycles,
and traded second languages
(me Arabic, she French)
We pondered cloud formations,
welcomed afternoon thunderstorms,
and in evening dark,
stepped out for the stars...
We ventured in the garden
and oh what delights we found...

We stopped by the river
to watch waterlilies opening
and the quivering silver-leaved trees,

All as we caught up on the months past -
we remembered, dreamed
and contemplated.
It was a special time
to be alive,
to be outside
with my dear friend.