Bonded

BONDED As the warm wind fills my hair And the ochre music of the setting sun Sings the descant to her voice, We feel a peace we want to share. Long years since we two last spoke, Since the previous laughter, And since the earlier closeness, Intimacy, of reflection, of joke. A thousand miles reduced now To inches and the feel of breath: We chatter like children released From school, under an apple bough. A thousand days without her eyes Erase themselves from the mind When she and I recall an incident Which ended in giggles or sighs. Father and daughter is a bond Without disharmony from distance or The relentless circle of time, But renewed by a hand-touch fond.