When dreams take you somewhere
it's never as good when you get there.
It was just sand and a sluggish red
current with crocs on the bend,
but I had to wade into the water
of the Archer River in Australia,
in Far North Queensland, far
from a schoolboy's inky finger
tracing its course on an atlas
in a dusty schoolroom in Sussex.
So years later I kept my promise.
But I wouldn't want to go there twice,
it's never as good when you get there
when dreams take you somewhere.