A blazing light went,
and a thousand more came.
I rose and breathed.
Taste is sweetest when
it’s fresh and rightly cropped.
And so it is.
Sleep deprived,
but fresh of mind and soul.
I take on the day.
A big thank you goes
to whoever’s in control
of life, limb and lamb.
Between the gravel
and jacaranda trees, fit
for a home it is.