Saturday, January 20, 2018

The kookaburras

It was just like yesterday
when we sat on your porch
feeding the kookaburras
you folded mince
between your fingertips
and placed it on the railing  
knowing that at any moment
the birds would fly in

it was one of those mornings
when the sun had come up
and the air was still fresh
with the dawn
we didn’t talk a lot
not because we had nothing to say
but because the silence
meant much more

I knew this was going to be
one of those moments
a memory that stays with you
to be recollected

I think you knew that too

we thought it would last forever
and had all the time in the world

Friday, January 19, 2018

Fallen

I'm afraid I may
be left behind
picking up the pieces
that never quite
fit together
asking heaven if
I can enter
wings, crumpled
around me
my soul, carried away
to another place