I go to the river to find you…

The best footprints are left in muddy grounds from a night’s rain. The outline of your shoe perfect atop a dash of grass and a few twigs.


I love exploring new places with old friends. I find it much more enjoyable than enjoying old places with new friends. Walking through the paths of the past is beautifully haunting…


I wonder if she’ll be around the bend…


There are a few things you should know about the Australian bush. One is that there are little openings that are like small pockets. In these small pockets are heavy rocks that are easily lifted. Now, if you bypass these rocks and check the very edges of the pockets, you’ll find the lizards baking in the summer’s sun.


My brother was the lizard hunter. Hell, once we spent all day digging out a red belly black snake. Another time we chopped down a tree to catch a Goanna. The next day It escaped, climbed the neighbours’ tree and made the birds wake all the neighbours.


Once we occupied the same space, but now we’re in a different time…


I know that trail like the back of my hand. I know the bridges, the rivers, the waterfalls and the cliffs. If my brother were here today he’d give me advice. He’d say
something horrible, funny and true. I remember him giving me advice about school when I got a bad report card. He said, “why would you let those fucking cunts beat you?”.


I’m treading new grounds this year. I’m not sure what decision is right or wrong. All I know is that it’s wrong not to make them.


Do we ever learn how to let go? I feel like all the people I love are sitting with me on a river bed, but every time I blink, one by one, they each appear on the other side of the water…


And I’m alone.


As night cuddled day to sleep

All I heard were your soft feet.

But silence crept out from the deep

Taking what I wished to keep…


I looked to you, but you weren’t there.

On the other side, silhouetted fair

Just a figure on the river’s edge

Standing lone upon the ledge.


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Thanks for reading The Vile Mint. If I was able to spark your imagination, make you think or open your mind to new perspectives, please leave me a comment. I love hearing from readers and building relationships. God Bless.

7 thoughts on “I go to the river to find you…

      1. Don’t mind a bit. He died of Malignant Melanoma at age 31. It was a rare form of malignant blue nevus. If the doctor says, “don’t worry if it grows back, it’s a benign blue nevus” (very common) you should in fact, worry and have it taken off again if it grows back.

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