I see you
You stand in an allotment-
In a world
You've nutured.
Head tilted,
Innonently growing old and loosing integrity.
Ghostly, reflective white hair
Held as if
Gravity applies from the centre of the earth to the sky
just for you.
Black ear muffs
In spring
And a look I couldn't ignore.
I wonder
What you have seen
In your life
And what does contemplation contain
when you
Stop to stare at moving trains
Glazed and jaw open
Rake in hand, hovering
Over dry soil
Have you frozen in time?
Unable to grasp the clarity of your youth?
I understand
Your mind is more than blank,
Memory isn't lost,
It is present but can be inaccessible.
Slowly, life prunes away at the sweet peach tree.
Not remembering this happiness
Scares me.
I am within the bullet case,
Flying so high,
But you ground me,
You remind me that
Time and sanity becomes ever more elusive.
I see you.