There is nobody for miles

There is nobody for miles

Which seems like a good thing

Where a farmhouse is concerned

So well appointed

Picture book views

A tender breeze

Replete with the sounds of the country

Augmented nirvana

Until the water pump breaks

Leaking foul-smelling effluent

Over the camomile

And the local wide boys

Swing by, on the fly

Put a brick through the window

A twist on knockdown ginger

Five miles into town

Is a long stretch when the car battery

Has flattened

Walking shoes bring blisters

To city feet

The food delivery is cancelled

Refined stomachs cramp

From lack of wholesome food

Too much beer

And corn chips with salsa

Four days into a break from

Reality

Becomes more real

When the power goes out

The ice melts.

As the sun goes down

The heat goes out of the day

Full darkness has hidden depth

The stars as bright as the buttons

On a soldier's tunic

Angels seem to hover

Overhead until morning

When it becomes clear

The clouds have been painted on

A cerulean sky

There is no wind

Just the echo of a Skylarks call

Seeking out a soul mate

Is a tricky business

In the outback

Where the distance between us

Is greater than the space

We leave behind.