Day 20 a family poem
Getting to Know You
It was the salty taste
of that pale green cucumber
that did it. We both
rolled the juicy slices
in our mouths, rolled our eyes
A moment of healthy connection.
The three chooks step gingerly
around their scratching ground,
the fence a testament to a man’s
view of DIY: just do it. Driving
buses might have ruined a back,
but not that sense of a man’s back yard
being his castle, farm and kingdom.
I peered into the silver-striped
paper bag: not one but five
Lindt Excellence DARK
packs. “You know me well.
I’ll give these little gold-wrapped
eggs to your Nan.” “Oh no, Mum,
those are dark too. For you.”
I find it remarkably easy
to get there without GPS
and to arrive home without
wrong turnings. Somehow
the afternoon made sense.
I begin to make plans for
their visit, me as hostess.