What have I done with my life?...
Could I have done it differently,
or better, or with less damage? – ‘Sydney Lawyer with Horses’, Martin Harrison
Twilight. Dew forms
as we speak words
and they fall all around us
in the grass. Behind us,
the water, the bright tones
of our city. In the semi-dark
we are finding our way
back to the place where
the wind blows just enough
to caress your face like a lover.
The years line up and take their places.
A flashlight illuminates
our shadows on the sandstone.
Your eyes are the exact shade
of the heart of flint – mine
shine gold in the sun. Something
ignites. This small flame, burning
bright in our cupped hands.