Tremble

There’s nothing ceremonial
the house’s geography is fluid
no Etruscan pottery to topple here

so I’ll envision other spaces
to diarise the hurt
lick healing into my wounds

knowing survival is to watch the chimneys fume
their old man pine

feel the comfort of mellowing wood smoke,
crackling kindling

the bonfire sizzle of grace
in these ocean-locked isles.

Robert James Berry 2014

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