Always remember everything
changing fleeting temporary
immensely precious
playing in the concrete
rivers and pools
the fountains of four-courts
my 8 year old and his smile of sunshine
below a mohawk of light beams
we both were wet and needing not
that is the beaded water of perfection
that moment will never be unmade
it may be winter now
my chest cancering in on itself
but I know where heaven is
it is in a photograph
of a place
I have already been
thank you.
No comments:
Post a Comment