Dave Bonta's "Desert epicure" is a tiny poem about eating at the end of a hot day. The speaker says the meal happens late, only after the heat has eased, and that it takes place in "my part of the bush." That phrase sounds relaxed and possessive in a quiet way: this is a place the speaker knows and belongs to.
The last two lines carry the heart of it. The speaker eats "with pleasure for / a home." It's an unusual way to put it. Pleasure isn't just a feeling during the meal; it's where the speaker lives. The title's word "epicure" suggests someone who truly savors food, and the poem pairs that with a harsh, dry setting, which gives the idea a pleasing twist. Even in rough country, enjoyment can be settled and at home.
The mood is calm, unhurried, and content. The short lines and spare wording mimic the patience of waiting out the heat, then finally sitting down to eat.