#1678 - you can almost see

 

1678

5.217

5.viii.24

you can almost see

one life in another

 

the kitchen cupboards from the floor

 

along a corridor

some doorway

the backdoor

 

round the corner, laundry

the mulberry, the washing line

 

you can almost reach back

can almost see

 

cigarettes on the table too high to touch

 

you’ve left the keycard

can’t remember the room number

 

the place has become a maze

 

Green Capstans

 

there’s a pace to all this

you’ll come to a mirror

who’ there?

 

one thought overtakes another

 

now in the cradling arms of almost

 

veranda view

the bay view blue

sky

 

weed wash close

and the rubbish

 

what was it on my plate?

 

it’s as if you almost know

all the selves before

 

you could invent the alphabet

to spell out the words

to call a name

 

up too close

taste the fire

drum of it rusted

 

the rhyme remembers us

 

the who and where we were

 

you can almost count

almost tell the time

 

can you imagine?

 

would you know where to begin?