Early outside, and under shade
unbearable sun, already, at 8.
Mum and Dad came to
visit me through a dream -
find out what is going.  I cried
when I woke, pulled away too
soon.  A joy to see them.

Tiny airs moving the grass blades
gorge is rich with birdsong,
river muted, constrained.

Last night, the bread of Christ,
church rich in crimson and gold.
Beautiful song: Palestrina.  So
alone we are here, with no
family, leaner, smaller, more
scared.  I am not much of an
adult, to mourn my family home,
the sever, mourn all that was not
said, missed days, missed time -
to long for them, to make it right.

One Year Round The Sun
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