What if the lie was not the only deficit?
What if it turned out to be me?
When did the possibilities fly out the window?
Replaced with longingness for a time before?
How many wonderful moments go unnoticed
Giving weight to unimportance
Things we will forget in time,
For moments we didn’t even experience.
Long live the breeze
The cold air at night
Cool grass under evening feet
Tender and water laden
From the backyard pool
Savour the cold wet run
In damp towel
Into the summer warmed house
And cold nippled changing
Into flannelette pyjamas.
Catching your face in the bedroom mirror
Flushed and young
Plump and fuelled with oestrogen
About to burst into full bloom
Beautiful beyond words
You contemplate yourself
And accept this magnificence
Without full knowledge
Of its momentary existence.
North winds blow
Hot air enters the oesophagus
Summers find a rhythm
Each one heralding a brand new chance.
What springs forth
Time after time
Wishing to Acknowledge
The passing as well
As the permanence.
Is this why our children look like us?
To help us know that we remain
That we are ongoing
As the summers roll and become a smell and
A shape and a hum
A season in which to hear the voices
Of children on the beach
Waves and squeals and laughter
Against the background white noise of
The universe.
Who will we meet on the beach the last time?
Buoyant with the permanent Summer
Will we know it is the last time and will
We look back over our shoulder
To see the ocean once again before we leave?
What drops of saline ignite us and make us move
With the moon
When oestrogen retreats and tells nature to loosen its grip
Where are we then?
Free agents spinning unanchored
What is this freedom that seeks a new beauty?
How do we negotiate being outside the boundaries?
There isn’t a set of laws to attend us
We are lawless, uncyclical, and radical
Scentless, wayward, hurtling
Should we spread our wings and
Choose to fly
We may find a bounty without a dimension.
Unchartered, unsafe
And debauched.
What shape is life
At this point?
I find myself elegantly
Poised and ready.
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