perfect days 

i.

long for a replay
   of a late summer’s day
lonely west coast beach
with the whitest sand
sun slung low in the sky
me  reading some space opera
mum dozing in sunglasses
   even occasionally snoring

Rueben playing sandcastles
   next to her towel
Rueben choraling chuckles
Rueben wandering off
Rueben in trouble
Rueben under the surface
Rueben with salt water
   behind his rib bones

my mother praising me
   instead of hurling abuse
for not taking better
care of my brother (her son)
while babysitting him
didn’t even realise i had to
she was there on the beach
   right there

 

ii.
— arriving somewhere
            safe
— no need to run
— hiding is built in
— where
            others can decide
— where a mistake
            does not infer
            disaster

— where i can find
            stillness again