Do you want me to take you on a walk?
We’ll go the the most beautiful place.
in me sees firewood.
the boys could spend all summer pulling this out for our winter mistress
Dad’s been here,
he says, as he runs his hand over a smooth stump.
my mate has been thinking the same thing
Look how dangerous
this is, he shouts as he tumbles out of a tree.
I spend the walk balancing
myself in the muck
with my arm outstretched
trying to ruffle his hair. our new hug
Here is the box I dug up.
See the marks from my pen knife? It will have secret
compartments. We thrash
our way out of the new
forest shoots these vines need a haircut
I check the coop. Two eggs still warm
When I come back out from the kitchen
Two hens crying
for their lost eggs.
It is not like these past 11 years have gone too fast.
It’s just that something new is happening.