We didn’t win a portion of the 33million dollars in ‘lotto –
That weekly re-distribution of wealth that would have built
Us our own Nursing home:
Do not apply – grumpy workers, bullies, perfectionists
Or Christians who can’t tolerate surfy sufis, old hippies who
Prefer to walk bare feet singing about
George Harrison’s Sweet Lord.
‘Happy Hour’ is more than Friday tea-times, as each hour
They’ve got left, reflects on a life well spent,
New to old age, some with a gentle smoke
Out in the herb garden, taking in the greenery
Like we have right now,
When, out of the blue, a masterful bird of prey
Can drop in, flap its wings brown feathered
Into our lunch-time, turn like a corkscrew to land
On a branch and eat its reptilian find.
My sandwich crust fallen from lips amazed
Making sure this living scenery is super-glued
To the memory, to pass many musing minutes
Or meditation at a dentist visit.
I say to my Green Man: You did this! You created a forest
Of Blue Quandong, Silky Oak and Queensland Maple
So a Brown Falcon can find a protective place to
Enjoy a feed to keep its wild strength up
Without the prying pirate crows.
Swiftly it rises above so that all I can see is
Its shadow spanned across the pools flat screen
Gliding around three or four times and
It is gone…
Left to sit and wonder about the richness
We experience without living life only to win,
Listening to Mick singing wiser than his years,
From our youth:
You can’t always get what you want…
But you just might find, you get what you need…oh yeah, honey.
(c)copyright Julie McNeill Dec. 2006
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