Driving along the road in the dark
until the dawn finds me gazing at the sky
watching the last few stars fading out,
loosening the moorings to those memories
that make this country girl part city-kid.
And I’m back amongst the chatter
of the starlings, the empty streets, that smell
I couldn’t place before of diesel mixed with sorrow.
Time dissolves, ebbs in waves, and all I can do
is wait and listen for the shapes to form
of whitewashed walls, hushed voices,
my father shouting from the kitchen window,
these shapes that slowly change and grow anew –
and I’ve come for her,
to write less fear into the girl outside
tracing daises down across her heartline.