
One Saturday
an old used-up weekend in my life
back when I was a small boy who took shortcuts home
I remember that Saturday and how golden was the hillside
how the fences cast shadows through blades of long grass
while it danced when the wind played the lead
along the way I ducked clotheslines with flapping white blankets and wool socks
that made dogs bark for no reason
almost home I stopped to take a drink
from a cold stream with those floaty things
a puttering engine in the distance pulled me up for a look
when I do I see a fishing boat breaking the glass harbour
I become lost in the triangle wake of that trail the vessel leads behind
as its crew steams toward their living into the greying eve
while seagulls give chase for little company
it stretches a few seconds for me for some reason
captivates me, holds my breath, takes grip of my soul
until the lighthouse steals away the attention
enough to break my trance
in time to hear the voice of my grandmother who sings my name
through the hills
beckons my return from the adventures of my childhood
it won’t be long now, just cross the torn bush garden and the triangle stone
like I remember…one Saturday
This packed a punch. The beginning was very nostalgic in a positive way. It made me think of my childhood, which made me smile. But the ending… I really didn’t see that coming. Beautifully gutwrenching. I hope you’re OK….
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Thank you so much. Once again. Went for a walk yesterday and there were feels in the air. You know me, can’t waste nostalgia when it hits. Appreciate your comment and the read. Take care!!! Oh. And I’m doing fine…birthday week upon me…eesh!!! Lol
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Happy early Birthday!
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Just saw this in my spam….annoying. Thank you so much, hoping for a good quick week until my birthday.
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