hum

the bird
i thought
was making
funny noises
turns out
to be
a squirrel

suddenly i
recognise
the footprint of
my father
somewhere
behind
in the back of
my
mind

suddenly
i
fear
and
hope

everything
is
as it
is

i eat
“fruit,
nuts
and seeds”

an aeroplane
flies
over
me

(chew, write, think, breathe)
nothing much

i
miss
the sound
of her
voice

i
need
to learn
to live
with-out.

i
need
to learn
to feel
no-thing