(on a photo from Gio McCluskey)
The old people in the photograph
may have no children.
I call them mothers & fathers
ignoring how they hold each other.
They are their children
in dreams shared of a morning.
Their bones shine through their flesh receding.
Their eyes, though closed, are filled
with gratitude grown to trust
how day will look through two hearts
remembering how they learned to beat
as though there were one
mortal cavity in the bedclothes
the mind fills with two shadows.
(7 February 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander