We looked across a car park in Brisbane.
Our eyes flashed, our stomachs jumped.
We spoke of our lives.
Kyogle, yes, Kyogle, I’ve lived there.
Parents known to each other, careers the same. Memories of cherished childhood moments. Our souls sparked, our hearts jumped.
We made our new lives.
Job Kyogle, yes Kyogle, let’s move there.
The land is known to us.
Memories are cherished with our children.