In My Purlieu
I am
short frame
bent body
grandfathers crooked fingers
Grandma’s depression
dark memories
fathers hate
I am water catcher
breeze mover
sky gazer
Now my fingers are wet
now I move stones
here I find shapes
Here in my purlieu
here in silence
now I am
The smell of damp
I hear rain
small drops on skin
I am
small moments
maker of life
mother
Grandmothers smile
grandfathers skin
mother’s frown
I am shape shifter
story maker
bird watcher
So I see movement
So I have feeling
here I touch ground
Here in my purlieu
here thoughts ensue
so I am