Huerto *


Huerto, thankyou.
How happy you have made me feel.
Sitting here now, alone and warm
Silence.

Look, there goes a mariposa,
just to say hello to you.
I saw your blackbird friend too,
leaving, just as I was arriving.

What a weekend we had, eeeehhhhh.
So many times I could say;
the life is perfect.
Thanks for that.

We were all so happy to see
your lovely new green baby onion shoots
when they came up from below
to say hello.
They seem so happy now,
looking up at mister sun.

And soon they will have new friends,
once those PaddyŽs day spuds
come up from within
your red brown skin.
But how nice those
three little lines look now;
FannyŽs, DaliŽs and WillieŽs.
For many it was their first time.

I like the sound of the breeze here
the way it plays its music
with your many Fennel trees.
I can also hear
the chirp chirp of your other friends.
What do they say?

When I breathe in now
I smell a new part of you,
the burned wood
from your nights fires.
How important those flames were to us
during those cold dark times.

Thanks to Willie
For making the best fireplace in Horta.
Thanks to his family too:
Dali, Fede and little Piratita.
Thanks to brother Danny
and to Monola de champagne.
And of course
thanks to El Comandante
who just sat, ate, read and snoozed.
But who did so, happily.

Did you like the rains the other night?
I bet you opened up your arms
and smiled and smiled and smiled.
But your thirsty now.
Im sorry I didnŽt bring
the water for you yet.
Ill bring it soon.
And once again
Ill watch you glug, glug, glug.

But just a little while before that
For me to put down my pen
and to once again
lie out upon your sacred earth.
To listen to your music.
To close my eyes and just be
the happy one here now.
Thankyou huerto
hhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

This is paradise.
Why canŽt others see?




1 of the stories from stories from the sea