My Childhood

My childhood is the March wind fires My childhood is mauve reflected in a river My childhood is a breath clouding this glass My childhood is ash from Anglia Falling from the sky on the 15th of August My childhood is the breathing of fog My childhood is the hare in the moon My childhood is a statue in the Italian garden Growing horns and coming to life My childhood is mummified rain In my childhood, the village is always on fire My childhood is this familiar life, which seems to be, but is not My childhood is the news of travelers who've seen nothing My childhood is city kids lighting evening fires in dry grass Almost always visited by high winds My childhood is a chord Heard behind another chord which was not played My childhood is cast entirely in this glass