What earthly things will
you miss? Rain and grass,
the breeze. My ocean
What earthly things will
you miss? Rain and grass,
the breeze. My ocean
Inside the photograph
we notice
no edges
Our photo albums stacked
upon each other countless
faces cheek to cheek
Children’s footsteps upstairs
The children grown and gone
Their echoes reminisce
My brother singing
tears from Mum when
he was four
Newly turned soil its
very old memories
scent the air
On the fridge
old magnets hold
new reminders
Old table on
the footpath memory
stained love-scratched
Vacant lot vacant
for long enough
to air memories
Old house removed
Old fence remains
Binding airborne memories
Watching from photos
the ancestors’ eyes
my eyes
Almost-Died Life: #3
At ten
the reversing drunk
Two steps early
Almost-Died Life: #2
At six
gumball choking
Father’s backslap