U Fahder’s People

Is there something down by the water
calling me. Gambolling shades of blue.
– Azure  on azure  bled aquamarine –
Cresting foam,
saltwater white in it’s hurry,
whispering. Happy to see kin:

Cousin Charles said
Great-Gran-Fam worked this land
under same blazing sun. Growing what they needed.
Feeding what they needed. Just bound’ry tree
and silk-scarf-sea-breeze for shade.
Now Great-Fam dwellings, derelict and distant,
peek-a-boo through picka bush
to watch if their seed catch.
I view their green and scorched askance:
new house now skywards.
Secure, just inside to do.
The panoramic views
of one family’s journey . . .

Come.
Tek some Jack,
water. Soft drink or water.
We’ll toast to thirst,
cow, fowl and provision.
Sunset and silk-scarves
and them that’s dearly departed.
This acre’s peace, a masterpiece:

Now who could ask for more.