As the year draws towards the end all too quickly, and we begin to find out which friends will leave town, I thought I’d reflect on the difficulty of making and keeping friends here in Katherine.
The trouble with friends is the travel
The transport, the transience.
Old friends all come at once
Then leave as suddenly as the dry
To leave us suddenly in extremis
My premise? Friends are hard to find
Nevermind it’s hard anyway anywhere
But here – who comes to stay?
New friends come, but are we friendly any more?
Hardened by seasons of legions coming and going.
And life lived coolly indoors (or camping outdoors)
Doesn’t help the connecting.
Friends in clubs or pubs or schools might come
Unless you’re spent by day’s end
Or introverted – then just pretend
That you don’t need a friend.
Maybe we’re the real humbuggers
Demanding friendship from others
But not coming through ourselves
Do we look for friends or to be friends?
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