…of my past
The last of the blossoms
liquid spheres are hung
from leaf and twig
reflecting all in each
and each in all
for single
glistening instants
everywhere
in the blue beyond
all the seasons of my past
are rolled into this
this sky blue archetype
of afternoon
under a frieze of clouds
and sapphire skies
the illusive mists
of the past dissolve
leaving behind
memory’s timeless fabric
silken memories
concealed
with diaphanous veiling
hidden stretches
of events that I have buried
leafing through chapters
often read before
the layered sheets of haze
that intervene
leave no trace
that he has ever been
yet I still linger
as it darkens here
and still I cling
and still regret
regret
© Ann Bagnall
