Obama

We voters judged him by the content of his character, not by the color of his skin.

Fill Up

I filled my eyes today
With purple jacaranda and red bougainvillea
Against blue skies and white clouds,
Distant sage serration of hills,
Prams and running children and strolling parents,
Grandmas and baroque buildings
And the arching Moreton Fig Tree.

The colors soaked down
And satisfied my soul.

We reach for the sun from deep waters,
The fig tree and I.