Perched on mountain in high summer swelt,
restless for adventure to exercise youthful minds.
Tugging adults away from mundane pursuits ,
to brave the goat track that masqueraded as a road .
Bucked and jolted in Toyota nonchalance we descended,
to riverine groove , deep in the throat of ancient gorge.
Tiny creeks’ offerings… magical as vast ocean ,
as relative scale expanded proportions honourably.
Bursting from stifling metal confines , dust filmed and melted,
finding soft and cool landing as the now quiet beast released .
Into another world, gentling , in microclimate of lush crook,
where gin clear water called to the forgotten water nymph in me.
Boulder strewn meanderings invited tender toes dip,
as the movement of rainforests tears , welling to brimful, cascaded generously.
Earths glittering gems long ago proffered , polished by hidden jewellers watery hand,laid out on rustic silicon crib , embedded exquisitely to answer the stars questions of worth.
I feel like a mermaid princess as I step tentatively , humbled by such a beautiful carpet,as water takes my body and renders it weightless ,
I glide to source once more.
Silken water caressing nubile flesh , calming and cooling and giving relief ,
from pent up summers teenage tension expelled on the whisper of a moist sigh.
I close my eyes and give myself up .
Caught in the earths pulse , merging with my tomorrows,
adrift on the tide of my dreaming.
A youthful memory of swimming in Bowens Creek , Mt Irvine NSW.