Looking backwards into the cloud, I remember my lived life was similarly peppered with disorder
We buried our dreams beneath a wreath of daisies freed from their chains to mark the grave temporarily.
He’d seen it glint earlier when a shaft of light hit the open box.
They’re hanging like baubles full moon shapes in the snow frosty footballs of light and shade
And it will take bigger scales to weigh out the quantities we will need to survive.
He waved a stick called a wand and a puff of blue smoke came out, like magic.
Believe in the miracles you can make. Don’t believe what they tell you.
So I should know. Yes, I knew they were no longer with us. I didn’t know if their past possessions were antiques, or nearly new, or even used or slightly soiled.
She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. Or was I the first to smile and she smiled back? I don’t remember.
And we made it to Italy. and swam off the rocks, with a man we’d met in a cafe because he said we could.
Saying nothing, taking nothing, leaving nothing behind. Without saying goodbye.
To change where I am is the easy part. To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible. But without this change, nothing will change