Three Things to be Said

Dedicated to Hannah

Thankyou

for scrambling through the dark,
understanding stars, and
the walls that mountains
build around us.
And when
the monster’s head is revealed
in the cool early,
for seeing him straight.
Not flinching.

Take care:

of a wishing well face and
still-water eyes;

of skin too thin
for the creeping world;

of the blood buzzing
inside your flesh.


Farewell

feels like sneaking back
into consciousness,
our tense biology
locked in the desperation of goodbye.
And we roll on,
we thunder on,
to find more small landmarks,
and make new memories.