FridayIII August

He’d watched fire embers at the edge of the Niger.
He’d scrabbled over rocky mountain miles.
Flown aeroplanes over the Andes,
Gone blue in the Antarctic and blistered in the Sahara,
Jumped the Mississippi river,
Drank tea in China,
And danced in Monsoon rains.
He’d watched Australian snake skins shrink in the burn of the rising sun,
Eaten New Guinea crawlers whilst wearing a 2nd hand leather loin cloth,
Held hands with the tallest man in Vietnam,
And the oldest woman in Siam.
He’d drank the ambrosial cream of fresh Spanish almonds,
And lived for ten days on palm root milk.
But for the life of him he couldn’t work out how to navigate the Northern Line.