The salt breeze

The salt breeze blew
the sadness back,
to my upturned face
angled as if to the sun.
Memories stroked my skin
gently ruffled my hair
flooded me with fondness
required me to remember.
The warmth
familiar warmth caressed me.
‘I remember’ it said
and the tears flowed.
‘I remember when you were you
and we floated together.
When you breathed me in
and sweated me out.
When everything quickened your pulse’.

shower

I’m staring absently
in the shower
as the water
cascades down
over and over. 

The droplets
splash the bathtub
in a of pattern
of sparkling
excitement
again and again. 

They remind me
of a moonlit beach
dancing on a
moonlit beach
from long ago. 

A memory
almost forgotten. 

Inspired by: another long night 

gardening

I attempted to sort out
my borders today.
Not with skill or expertise
but with panache. 

And I thought of you.
Your rose bud lips
in full bloom.
Your proud apple cheeks
Your dancing eyes
like petals in the breeze.
And the tender care
watering
feeding
protecting
It will be my privilege
to tend. 


Inspired by: newborn beauty