HANDS

she said

you’re life line’s broken

(the shaky path up the cliff

near Betws-Y- Coed

that day I said ashamed

I’m terrified

and ran home to mum)

when will safety be guaranteed?

the notes, plucked strings

she said

there’s only wilderness

I caressed her

my fingers release the buds

of Greenwich

‘s beautiful hill.

Mother, brother.

The blood, wounds, work.

He chops beef,

misses.

She hurls the brown mug

against the uncomplaining wall.

I kiss her hands

to heal her worries –

The Co-op man;

the rent man –

Friday’s insurance.

I kiss her hands.

This family of five

nothing that’s not belonging

remembered

right here.

She said

you’re life line’s broken.

I caressed her.

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