Mind's eye
The
late afternoon
Sun light, stubbornly virulent
Colluded
with the water’s surface
To
thrust heat
Into
my chest and face
With
a steady slash and burn policy
In
motion.
I
created a mini tent
From
my towel
Over
my head
And
was finger clicked
To
childhood
And
teenage hood days
Complete
with visions
And
sensations
And
emotions
With
smell barely relevant.
My
three year old
Broke
the sun ray’s path
Collapsing
on my legs
Ending
the façade
And
wished to share my tent
And
we were promptly laughing
Like…
Well…
Memories
were closed down
Before
I could truly reflect
Though
I was in the midst of creating
New
ones
And
I wasn’t alone
Nor
felt isolated
In
fact,
The
company was sublime.
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No mystery as to the origins of this poem, however as my daughter is now four and a half and it's winter, I can only assume it was written in early 2014. Nothing remarkable about it. I simply thought it was time for a change from the usual doom and gloom.
Have a great week.
It's wonderful how actions or music or places can bring back memories of previous moments that obviously mattered. Perhaps in years to come you will make a tent and remember your child trying to share it with you. The smile bird photo made me smile too.
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