A Complicated Piece of Silence (Poem)

It’s a complicated piece of silence you have left.

The moments go by now,

now again,

now once more,

bright and deft.

The sky is so clear,

let’s sit in the Airport Lounge

and remember

hot chocolate sauce on Brougham street

and beansprouts in Auckland.

The moments go by now now again,

now once more,

you understand.

The sky is violet,

but I won’t sneak amongst the furniture

or disturb the pasta drying on broomsticks,

and that distant plane could take us both to Malta

or to a wheelchair ride with Keith.

The moments go by now now again now once more,

all so brief.

The sky is blue-black.

It’s a complicated piece of silence

you have left.


 

Written in London, England for my grandmother Sally Bond’s funeral in Wellington, New Zealand, which I could not attend.

6 January 2015
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