Citrus fingers and sticky lips,
Smiles flashing with words I missed
That wet-hair night, slick pavement light,
The hours led to where I’d never been;
Right down the centre of the street,
Right up the rafters, echoing stairs–
You remind me of someone I’ve always known.
Did we slurp popsicles in backyard summer?
Were we running in grass-stained torn-jeans sock-feet?
Did I dream the ocean was a running faucet,
And we were just putting on the kettle?
I agree with the colour of your eyes,
They send me jam jars full of springtime:
New green and the smell of morning rain;
This is hardly a memory,
But one day, maybe, it will be.
Tag: nostalgia
Soft Beginning
Yellow leaves in November breezes,
Twirling along the first snowfall of winter:
If only for an evening, if only for an hour
You’ll walk alongside the visible tread of time.
There is a beginning glimmering
In the end of fertile seasons;
There is a softness spreading
In veins of ice, like open palms
Covering familiar ponds:
Their ripples stilled at slightest touch.
Swirled at the bottom, in the dregs of the year,
Landed lightly on frozen earth
Despite the V of fleeing birds:
A soft beginning.
And it reaches you in humble ways,
Like tentative wind through tiny holes in knit sweaters
Like the faintest memory of childhood houses:
You’ll see the lights all over again
Hung in half forgotten windows
Framing the refrain
Of your mother’s favourite Christmas song
And the simple words you used to write:
In windows and fog of your innocent breath,
Disappearing when daylight came again.
In all that’s past
And all that’s ended
A soft beginning, mingling.
Mackenzie Lee 