Of A Year
I’m too slow: she whips the duvet up and shields her face from the invasive flash of the camera. ________________ I am far from sneaky. The funny thing is she’s actually fully clothed under there, just chilly and ill. No further proof needed: I am, on occasion, a cruel bastard.
Two hours later ______________ ‘To Build A Home’ is playing on my record player while we’re snuggled up tight. _____________________ There are fireworks outside the window _____________________ There are candles. ___________ We are still and it is beautiful and my whole year is bound up in the image of that moment.
I wonder, often, who else sees a year in an instant? ___________________________ Other places and times are, for me, condensed into still images and curt words. _________________ I wonder if anybody spits the word “Hull” or “Aviemore” with the same collections of bitter sentiments and memories I conjure with “Angel”?
___________ I wonder what I will see in a year?
© Matthew Sheret, 2008
