Go, do something wonderful today, she said.
But the news was bleak
and the day was grey,
and I feared
I had lost my sense of wonder.
Now, where the sun sinks
and shadows stretch across the sand
we journey as children:
fearless explorers
climbing sun-baked rocks,
searching for tigers in the long grass
over the hill.
We discover
a stone whale beached forever
on that evening shore,
chase fearsome crocodiles through shallow waters
and vanquish a dreadful crab
that tiptoes away to hide.
Then, as the first star appears,
we lie in warm seas.
Fingers mangrove-rooted
sand beneath our nails,
toes washing out to sea,
we drift gently,
rocked on the rising tide.
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