BROKEN ABRACADABRA
My uncle shimmers
as he walks
as if the sun has got him
and shakes him
until he walks
like waves.
His gait all
heat haze.
He's a walking
reflection
as if the air
were water.
He looks like
he's a dream
made of summer
but he is the real thing
a solid Uncle Michael.
I expect his voice
to waver with the heat
but his words
stay steady
whittled out of love
like wood.
I am up a tree.
He can't see me.
The branch below me has sn-
-apped
and I am wondering like a cat
how in hell I am
going to get down.
Up here in the air
the farm is the map
of itself.
I share a branch with a bird
and a small cloud.
Uncle goes on looking for me
his voice searching the everywhere
but I am a nowhere.
His voice trying to pull me
out of thin air
like a magician would
but it's not good.
I am half sky half tree half child
...do the maths.
I feel like a white rabbit
lost inside a top hat.
He died one sunny Sunday
******* a sweet in the blue van.
I still see him
walking out of the sun
his body shivering
with the heat
as if he is a dream
calling my name
like an abracadabra.
I sit in the silence
in the middle of my sky
lost in that forever
summer
wondering how to get back
down on solid ground
calling his name
like a broken magic spell
always trying to find him
even though I can't
...find my self.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
BROKEN ABRACADABRA
My uncle shimmers
as he walks
as if the sun has got him
and shakes him
until he walks
like waves.
His gait all
heat haze.
He's a walking
reflection
as if the air
were water.
He looks like
he's a dream
made of summer
but he is the real thing
a solid Uncle Michael.
I expect his voice
to waver with the heat
but his words
stay steady
whittled out of love
like wood.
I am up a tree.
He can't see me.
The branch below me has sn-
-apped
and I am wondering like a cat
how in hell I am
going to get down.
Up here in the air
the farm is the map
of itself.
I share a branch with a bird
and a small cloud.
Uncle goes on looking for me
his voice searching the everywhere
but I am a nowhere.
His voice trying to pull me
out of thin air
like a magician would
but it's not good.
I am half sky half tree half child
...do the maths.
I feel like a white rabbit
lost inside a top hat.
He died one sunny Sunday
******* a sweet in the blue van.
I still see him
walking out of the sun
his body shivering
with the heat
as if he is a dream
calling my name
like an abracadabra.
I sit in the silence
in the middle of my sky
lost in that forever
summer
wondering how to get back
down on solid ground
calling his name
like a broken magic spell
always trying to find him
even though I can't
...find my self.
