Another barbeque tonight - Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound
that eases sleep although we barely slept – we were
distressed by other things. Today the kitchen’s centre ring,
the kitchen of Anita’s dreams. It’s had a long gestation,
twenty years it’s taken just to reach this actual day (that’s in
this iteration, there’s been some trial versions in the past),
and now at last the preparation is complete.

I had already penned a verse called ‘Camping in a kitchen’,
a bit of whimsy yet to be released, I’ll post it in the week
and let it rest, assured it says what was intended. The work indeed
was never easy but it rendered unto Caesar what was hers,
now it is the measure of Anita’s dreams. To see her vision vested in an
emptiness that isn’t will be cream upon her cake, a cake she’ll bake
which time will make her reputation awesome.

Even as I write the rain remains a subtle, soothing sound within
the aura of Anita’s dreams, a complement surrounding where
we live, a sign that what we scheme is timeless in itself,
the wealth of what we have and do includes the kitchen soon
to be restored to life, includes relief in sight from crippling drought,
includes returning green, the birds who flock and scream their joy with
mien delight and, good Heavens, another barbeque tonight!
© I.D. Carswell

We had 24mm of rain overnight, not enough to consider the drought broken but a good start if the expected weather pattern continues for the next two days…