It’s picking gooseberries from a bush and remembering
the taste more than fifty years later
It’s walking fearlessly along the top of the high wall
right around an orchard and two hard tennis courts
It’s shinning up, discovering a loft above the garage
with a mattress and a patchwork blanket
a lantern and a shelf of books
It’s wearing only swimming trunks and being knocked
off the balustrade into a patch of stinging nettles
taller than you were
It’s finding several cows knee deep in your front garden
because someone left the gate open
It’s your younger brother’s footprints set in the concrete path
It’s the rope swing in the woods out over a dried up stream
It’s being followed by a dog a mile back home from school
"It’s picking gooseberries from a bush and remembering
ReplyDeletethe taste more than fifty years later"
- Yes!! The fat, yellow 'goldendrop' variety in my grandparent's garden, when I little more than four years old.