Tuesday Poem – Reach

by SK

Sunday afternoons
I migrated continents
to sit by your fire
look out to the sliver of ocean
we knew we could step across.

Our land-locked huddle
gradually loosened
weekly visits spread
to months
nomadic years.

Now looking out at the green bush of Wilton
I  s  t  r  e  t  c  h
to fill the space I’ve been given.

No longer compacted into single rooms
or forced to the footpath
a pile of native creatures struggling     for     air.

Up here the rubbish truck doesn’t come
until after the trek to work
and up here

the silence

at night

could part seas.

Tuis call their digital tune to a distant invisible shore
ask, do you remember drifting plates?
– a subtle shift –
that slow separation home?

 

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