MEMORIES,
AS IF NOT MINE
My thoughts,
deserted islands.
Some other planet.
Memories frozen
in a jar of lard.
Punctured wheels,
Marbles in a circle with a hole.
A flight with a “pony” bike.
The sky blue as an envelope.
A heavy, steaming loaf of bread.
A bottle of milk brought to the gate.
Head-lumps and wound-scabs,
hair parted on the side.
Not shorts, but trousers
with cut off legs.
Then a field of blue sea
where gulls graze fish.
A long, deserted beach –
I race my father.
Chocolate milk
in a plastic bottle.
A small trailer
and wilderness. Freedom.
My thoughts,
deserted islands.
Some other planet
that rolled away beyond return.
