Post solstice sunlight low in my eyes combustion propulsion battering air turbulence the resistance breaking going south in the freezing sunrise.
The quietest morning of good will wishes almost alone of the motorway to reunion passing others on the familial pilgrimage dead air radio of my mind broadcasts.
Seasonal hits drone in the background ghosts of the season past and presence present fragmented gifts of memories puzzles unsolved Lego pieces lost forever.
Unfinished jigsaw of incomplete recollection the edges that frame a broken picture details just holes left by missing parts awkward curled edges squeezed to misfit.
The fog from the valleys filters the sun I accept the present of family extended remembering a lost piece of the puzzles I put it back in the box to remain unsolved.
Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
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