sat among us

dad sat among us 
a jelly fish dry on the sand
swimming in thoughts
his residued face stoney 

i imagine it like being under water

faces above the surface through squints

a soft weaving glimmer of colours

voices in excited flocks

tommy wants to say his name

to see how he’ll respond

but there aren’t many connections

only a click trying to flame 

we are the next generation’s manure

the crunch of a leaf under bare feet 

here is youth, and here is death

meeting as promised