INVIRONMENTALISM 🌷

Calm, steady, gravel-thread hands. I remember ~ precise, your nose. Every beach, driving. Hump-back down those roads.

Seagulls. Seagrass. Always. Us.

“Plumbing, pliers, electronics. Understand these my friend, defy all logic.”

Calm, steady, gravel-thread hands… Remember when you told me off?

I do. Hot, shame-smart righteousness.

Ready well of tears and sadness-chasm.

Bones knuckle-white, threadbare on the arms of that weathered chair, “Of course! Scream too. Let it out. I do.”

Cheerful. Whistling,

When something went unstoppably wrong ~

And it did ~ because we were children.

But then when things went right…

But then when things went right…

It was bubble-gold and pressing against sides of mouth, exploding against sides of stomach. It was compressed joy-yelp. It was safety.

Familiar weight-crunch on gravel. Needing you. Steady car.

But sometimes I think you needed us. Snoring like an octopus, legs up in the air, canine breath coming through The Keep. Back seat. Dog hair everywhere.

‘”What’s that?”

“Mmm? Alright lovie? Didn’t see you there.”

“Grandad, Grandad! Are you alright Grandad?”

“Yes, yerrs ~ just drifted off.”

That was it.

You were there.

Listen.

I listen to music the way I do because of you.

I feel music the way I do because of you.

So thank you.

Thank you for the happiness, for the thanks that went unseen.

For all my life you were to me a haven of soft, warm green.

“Maybe love’s an accident or destiny is true,”

But you made sure I was born beneath a star of dazzling blue.

“We’ll build a wall that nothing can break through…

And dream our dreams

Of dazzling blue…”

Rest in peace, Grandad.

In Love&Light. FS XOX