There -
amidst a pile of leaves and
Twigs left from an old crows nest,
Where once existed a trodden path
And before that, an old bog full of bones
Belonging to some ancient such-and-such.
There -
Where the ocean cold, unfeeling
Rolls rocks ashore to be picked up
By kids and their mothers on sunny days…
Or perhaps it could be raining; No fear of getting sick.
I never believed those old wives tales anyway.
There -
On the bank by the river
Where lovers kissed. Hands held
And love nested deep like fire
And fury and something else.
Not sinister but frightening all the same.
So many years have gone by
And sometimes I still wish I could
Stand on the cliff
Where I used to go back then to be alone.
It’s considered trespassing now.
But
There is a time
and place
for everything.
Perhaps one day
When I am grey and dying.
I’ll ask you to come back with me.
We can waltz through that garden
Down to the cliff.
Perhaps one day
I can meet you again
And we can watch the ocean together
While the wind welcomes me home.
