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26 June 2016
Once, on a 16-foot Trailer-Sailor
It was Broome to Darwin –
but we skipped
part of the Sound,
and cut across
the top of the Gulf.
Not enough time
to hug and explore
those long, intricate shores.
It was 40 degrees plus
(Celsius); only warm salt water
to tip on ourselves
from a bucket dipped over the side.
Fresh was rationed for drinking –
couldn't always find
pool or stream
up the inlets.
It was clear nights
lounging on deck;
crowding the vast black dome overhead;
and one tiny, quick white satellite.
It was crocodiles sunning.
Waterfalls. Four-storey tides.
Beach sand inland, impossibly high.
Note: 40ºC is 104ºF. (It was the tropics! But the nights cooled off somewhat).
Responding to a prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads', to write on sailing in 100 words max (excluding title).