glimpse

there is a coal mine

inside your heart

with a single

rickety, narrow track

between steep darkness

on either side

and you, traveling on

a tilting cart

Companion to Daffodils

trigger

wherever I hear it

the siren of an ambulance is a lasso around my neck

Rewinding

tape rewinds erratically.

the machine is old,

but still works well.

a small cassette

goes inside the big one.

from which emerges a house

familiar of years,

seeming distant of late

though it isn't far, only five

minutes away-

down the road.

in the video,

we throw colour,

celebrate.

everyone is there.

happy, chubbier

than they look these days.

in the garden,

the hedge has not yet grown

the fences are bare

beyond them, no buildings:

openness,

sky.

the air seems clean.

the picture quality blurs.

we return

to the sharpness of our now

with this to know:

I keep

a small cassette

within me.