When it Rained

In the rain, we dreamed.
Swimming without fear.


The dream doesn’t last.

The rain doesn’t fall
anymore, I walk alone.
Sun baked,
brittle, now.



A distant memory

Sunlight cuts through horizontal blinds. Yellow white so bright it’s blinding. A momentary distraction from this day. A  brief escape from the humdrum, the tip tapping, clitter clatter of working life. In that moment, when I can’t quite see, I’m with you. Warm sun basking. Waves lapping. Sharing a secret. Not yet forgotten.