Adrift

It took me months to realise I'm wandering. I've lost sight of land and I can't return.
longing for red sand as I wrestled saltwater
shot like the first flare through the haze

It's been happening for a while though.
The obsession.

In that grey city with fabulous breakfasts we sat in her lounge room.Looking at the picture of Wartakka on my phone, and the photo of Charles Creek on my desktop she told me I was a desert junkie.

This morning I awoke and realised that i never had to leave. For the first time permanance seemed liberating. I am no longer fearful.

Is this the love they speak of in pop songs and on toilet walls?

I lost sight of the coast a long time ago.