thank you

thank you
for this view of paradise
a walk in dappled sunlight
you the trees your son
the sun
breaking through the falling leaves it was as if in a poem
for your truth
the freedom and privilege
I was accorded,
having thrown myself on your reflection for a moment

for a glimpse recalled

a tender splash of infinity

walking before the camera’s frozen thievery

without a care or flicker or morsel of indignity

your bob cat hair
your smile of praise
your graceful air
your laconic ways
for the invitation to share
your hand
to be allowed into your eyes
once in a while
to be included in your thoughts
to be on your list
your mind
dare i say
in your heart for heaven
rises like the steam
of how much i miss you
missed you
like a dappled fleck of want
kissing the neck of your shadow
as you my son the sun
fade lengthen and stroll
away away
the villa’re playing away
and your elusive beauty
your delicate hands
and the sincerity of your gaze
go along laconically
onto the other page
into another day
out of this frame
beyond the reach of my unworthy stare
and impotent hope
it’s like a miracle
a tragic miracle.