The View Few Would Contemplate

We spent the day delivering things;
water to the trees – their air of good
grace eases the ache that makes
replacing sprinklers a curse in the heat,
their benevolent shade is sweet comfort
- new leaf confirms their relief.

We took the three day old chickens
hatched in the peak of the heatwave
to their new home – six to go, eight laid
low with me despairing; caring for their
comfort and welfare rests heavily –
why did they die, where does it end?

Then we visited an extraordinary man –
shared a beer and dined on the view
of the Glasshouse Mountains few would
contemplate. He and his life-mate are
true-life compatriots who wear their
affection dearly as ordinary clothes.

We know we should have stayed longer,
the pleasure of their company is a treat
but this meeting has assured us we will
greet them on our side of the mountains
before too many summer nights have
expired. And we will be grateful for that.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-02-01