Full Moon On the Helderberg

a late afternoon sighs through the hibiscus hedge red headed petals nod while we pinch at each other mockingly aged into one vine grown apart but knotted at the heart traded fan dangled ideas for familiar hearth old garden chairs recalls of toddlers antics damp eyed at the men emerged almost over night in the door frames years huge, pendulous yield bitter berries sweet fruits I don’t think I have a memory before you nothing considerable at any rate nothing worth remembering anyhow darkness clears the light leaves the door open to share a bed of fragrant evening blossom to remember we are who we have always been that we belong here