Writing At Ease

In progressing to our Brazilian chair 

prompted by an unrelenting 

MacBookAir - I’ve engendered 

re-education as to the 

suspended inference of ease 

which is about to begin 

Although its true I’ve been there 

before, it doesn’t cloy an atmosphere 

of purity, freshness and novelty - 

that kind of space which 

you’re innocently and 

utterly embraced within 

And as I scribe, from tree to tree 

resident butcherbirds ‘tweet’ each 

other about great places to find the 

easiest feed - they also confide 

their wry insights into this 

rare phenomenon of the

Old geezer down there on 

the patio, wrapped up in a string 

chair; he’s being civilised they say, 

taking it easy, joining in; - maybe 

later t’day there’ll be a chance 

of rare meat in the offing 

I tacitly agree, but its the Kookaburras 

privilege to share - so we’ll see; they 

certainly seem to co-exist without any 

wilfully engendered acrimony, and 

that’s ubiquitously sign to me 

that we’ll all get on okay 

© 27 April 2018, I. D. Carswell