DAY 1
Arrive red eyed, raw, sleepless, empty.
Dazzled by clarity, purity of light.
Enticed by char-grilled golden bream.
Cradled by sisters.
DAY 2
Rain.
Ride the swell of tears and snot, grief and regret,
all through lunch, omelette oozing cheese,
sisters listening, holding.
Walk in wind and ozone,
salt sprayed glasses, cold blue fingers.
Gun metal clouds. Pink sea.
Glass wall going up inside me
between then
and what happened.
And now
and now
listening to endless waves outside the window
pouring onto the beach in the dark.
DAY 3
Long sleep. Busy dreams.
Walk into the wind along new laid wood path.
To inland lagoon and bright boats.
Jug of rose Sangria for three.
Laughing. Remembering.
Kitchen supper made with love.
Watch 2 DVDs - back to back. Both about funerals. Both comedies.
No tears tonight.
His funeral is safe behind my glass wall.
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