‘A Forest’…

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…The drink has stirred up my emotions and memories

of the trip flick through my mind in no particular

order but return, time and again, to Cardwell…

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Its waterfall and rock-pool.

The water, black as death.

The surrounding rock formation – a she-bear and her cub.

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The Goanna lured by our breakfast eggs left out

on a tree stump, impatiently bounding up the trunk

of a pine on our return, its hoarse bark summoning

a solitary rain cloud to facilitate its escape.

Jed and I dashing to the cab of the van to finish our

meal, again!

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The trip out to Hinchinbrooke Isle with

its section of rain forest, and then the rain…

eternally beating out time on the roof of our caravan.

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‘What’s the difference between forest

and rain forest?’  Jed asked our guide.

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I am still unable to explain scientifically

but we knew when we had found it:

the trees were like spirits, immense and ancestral,

their gloomy, white limbs basking in a deep, cool,

stillness which seemed to be of their own making.

I recited a little ‘prayer’ because it felt right.

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Part of a poem.

Repeating it in my head three times until it sang:

‘Let’s play frogs instead,

splay spinney pools and legs.

Circumvent: big bulbous gullets… belching rain.’

– Extract from, The Living One…By Stuart France

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