Scarf Daughter

black and white:
I made it
you wear it


I don’t know how to feel only
the hands keep working
you hate the cold
we text about weather
the sun slowly moves now
across an ocean
we keep the same hours


we stood on that castle hill
sheep scattered below
dog racing slant impossible
angles everything else
insignificantly small


from the earth this chain
of lands, hands, shearers
spinners, makers
green grazing
storm sky
wear that distant sun-root
with your attitude


love is not in the saying
and not in the doing
then where? the heart only
a physical thing
blood beating regardless


it’s called infinity
but of course
there is beginning and end
seamed together
with trust it won’t unravel


15 thoughts on “Scarf Daughter

  1. Such an ache, such love, such wistfulness! I really love the rhythm, word choices and structure of 2nd stanza, and the exceptionally well-placed question mark in the 5th (again, you do punctuation so well!).

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