#750 - things of my father, things of my mother

 

21.i.22

750

3.21

things of my father, things of my mother

 

 

the furniture

and a dream of the bush

 

big windows

ferry love

 

flesh and lovebeam too

 

the cough, the ache, the rotting teeth

 

the kiss annointing forehead

 

all the unwitting

of thinnest air

puns and whims of word

 

laquerware

box of sacred things

 

grab a chance with both hands

 

breeze up from the harbour       

some admiration on the wall

 

from one and from the other

each made of mirrors stretching back

to fame and largely legend

 

the fountain pen missing its cap

 

books, the spilling shelves

 

born to begin with

so that I might be

 

tree to stand under

conversation in my head

 

their love

for which no thanks may suffice

 

the wit to say

‘never asked to be’

(I know it’s no defence)

 

my eyes and clapped on to

 

three wise monkeys on my shelf

the ivory ship of gods

 

some heart song here there

someone chopped grey snakes in half

 

the garden got away

 

and I can spell

I tie my shoes

 

wee glass of wine

the last cigar

things still kept in a tin

 

I am illegible now

watch me chew gum, walk

 

how one empty house fills up another

 

there’s everything I never had time for

now they’re here with me