A sister-in-law tells me I am not a good brother
living as a recluse far away and up on a Range.
She says they visit my invalid sister regularly.
.I tell her, yes, I know how you feel, stuck with the
baby, as it were. And we do not get down to the city
very often, hardly at all, only six times a year.
.Of course we chose to live at this friendly, beautiful
location, this mountain village, with views dreamt of
in Heaven or near it, to live as hermits, not to see
.my sister with all of her problems one of which is
she would not know if we had visited yesterday
or last month or last year and the toothpaste, well I
.would buy ten tubes annually if that is a problem.
My sister-in-law tells me she sort of understands
and I remark to her incredulously, ‘truly?’
.I walk outside and listen to the chatter of rainbow
lorikeets, watch the slow unrolling coils of the carpet
python on our green lawn. I love figs and pick one
.
or two . . .
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