Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Let's walk to the big stone

Recapturing moments of childhood delight 
familiar land masses, outlines, markers of this known place surround

my place

their place

shared with so many others, entwined, connected, embedded

memories carried on the wind in whoops of delight amidst beating sunshine and rain
people, shouting: voices carry the goal, the sensational hit, the disappointment of the miss
pricked sounds carry in the drifting breeze


Yet this time, the absence almost overwhelms

birds wheel silently

waves break, the wind scurries past my ears

these sounds don't deafen, they bring a stillness


Visual memories jar

shifted change stirs uneasily

questioning my deepest, most distant memories

is this still the place? 

my place?



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