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
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