patagonia

If not for you

I wouldn't think twice

About my voyage to Patagonia.

I'd be excited, so excited

Jumping up and over and over

Shouting

Something vague

About falling in love on holiday

Something vague

About salt plains, cacti, hot and cold.

Something vague

Sunrise, sunset

On a bus in Argentina

I'll think mainly of you.

Look at this, I'll think.

And in my frazzled mind

You'll agree to its beauty

Its strange colours and you'll

Lie on my neck.

Do something - quick.

Find the money

Find the passport

Do something drastic

Like I am

I'm going,

I'm going to Patagonia

You can join me I know.

Blue in green

I'll smile at the passing

Countryside

With its frightening

Difference and sameness.

You'll lie on my neck.

If you came, we'd probably argue anyway.