BREATHER

BREATHER

cold day
on the farm

putting my life
together like
pieces of warped Lego
spent too much
time togethe, one
whole summer,
out in the Sun

but my place here
bound to be more
than a makeshift refuge

you
   should come here
join me

home away from home
no nonsense shelter
for all our
darker, unacknowledged,
most intimate of selves

until
    all that is left will
be said in memoriam

expressed somewhat
chivalrously or follow
its gut and
instinct for
the truth

upon the air
a stiff breeze seems to
demand of us
a corresponding, dare we
say, de rigeur rigour

they will
     have no idea what
we might
have told them, how
this
    might have affected, indeed
may well have changed them

if we are
no longer around when
their roads pass through here