The weather breaks, an expected unsettledness
Entering its consistency, and the rain is urgent;
Represented in a material sense, my effects are gathered,
All signs that this room once conceded to an ownership,
Now ordered, so that they might be understood.
The bareness of its surfaces grows striking,
Reclaiming themselves from scattered objects,
Their soft imprints lifted, and the space assumes
Its automatic self, which is ultimately forgetful;
Separated from it, we consider what has been left behind:
From the dimensions of the same bed, with a sense
Of something minutely displaced, the detail is glimpsed as if
Through glass or water, proving the language correct
Which translates nostalgia as pain, in the continuity of things,
It began, and ends here, with rain.
Disintegrating into the communal soil,
The dirt grasps the hand’s understanding,
And it becomes simpler to conceive how
We may all have begun this way;
Components of an organism contributing,
With the neutrality unthinking objects
Achieve, becoming something recognisable,
Prepared for definition-
Functioning with the drive which takes us
Through the caught exhale of a current point,
Stages in the falling away of roads and time,
Leading always to here, and what we have retained,
Built by methods of chance and imprecision,
Mirroring particles colliding,
In uncalculated space,
Which, in their unity, produce light.
A minute has broken down, having no sense of purpose,
And moves to conjure who the engraved and remembered
May have been in life, how they went about their time,
What the valleys of his palm could communicate
Through the tremors of experience, thunderous against my own,
Eager to know or to assume.
Perhaps, if searched long enough and with a true eye,
Their own tributes and endearments might be glimpsed suddenly
To play out in the crevasses of wood grain,
A mark fixed where their traditions aged,
Holding a view to Ceredigion’s gift, born of water,
Its riding, unseen ships, baring news from Ireland.
With their promises adorned against a home crafted sleeve,
He offering them to her with quiet understanding,
And she clinging to him like the last,
They stand beyond their years at this watch point to proclaim,
‘Love conquers all’,
And I, if only one, carry their faith.