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