I should like to relate this memory…
But it is so faded now…scarcely anything is left—
—Cavafy
Mild lamp light about us; King of the Wind
open over our legs. All three of us.
Mother’s voice rising,
sinking—a rocking chair.
My brother’s eyes, soft.
Mine, almost shut.
Father in a far corner, focusing the picture.
—Runes, 2006