Kin

Kinship

A single ray of sunshine, falling on my face

Makes me feel like I belong

That I should still be here – looking at the skies

And feeling and hearing the leaves drop and crumble

Ready to create rich summer grounds again and again

Maybe I will be here to enjoy the colours and breeze

Maybe I will be gone

For one tiny moment the world sustained me

Gave me a reason to breathe and smile

It feels like logic and reason are slipping from my fingers

Like hot butter from long ago eaten toast

There was someone with me

I cannot even remember her today

Perhaps to feel like I belong I need to know myself a little more

Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, Little Cricket

As I watch her in the trees skipping and singing

A distant dream and memory – my kinship.