Those days we flew, occasionally swooping
to dip our toes in grassy puddles –
the shiver at the back of my neck
sometimes I still feel .
Those days, the drinks
were tri-weekly bottles of Sav
the Baileys and backgammon in the middle of our bed
mimosas to remind us of how we began our first New Year.
When did we sleep?
Those days we soared on love
lived off little more than extended blinks
too busy with the view
from three hundred metres:
waves pushing inward on rocky land masses
our lifestyles evolving
the photosynthesis of Eucalyptus leaves.