Thursday, September 29, 2011

the promise






















look at that shadow
streaming back

the protective clasp
lightly held

i curved my body into you
while you, my brother,
stood apart

i am mid-murmur
something confidential
or seditious

about that enigma
behind the camera

dad

mum you turn your face to
better scrutinise 

the eye peering
through the glass
back at

what you had both created.

the fiction of
mum 
dad
and the kids

this was the perfect holiday


we swam naked
and forgot
for one forever-summer
the family that we were

the days weren’t even
many
yet they stretched into the future
a prism we all held

happiness was credible
an option
we four, for whatever reason,
refused

such strangers
to ourselves

time reduces
clarifies
and fades

this photo holds
it still

the promise
as it fell 

the shadow streams on
forever


hicks bay summer 1960.

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