Saudade*
Sometimes the mists roll in
bringing thunderous sunshine
and the cicada filled memory
of kikuyu grass beneath
bare feet, cooling in the
summer heat
Sometimes the mists roll in
bringing Delft blue skies and the
clear recalling of the crimson
roses in the tiny garden
that held a grandmother’s effortsSometimes the mists roll in
carrying the voices you
thought you would never hear
again, and you recognise
the ones who are gone
but have never leftSometimes the mists drift in
and transport you back
to a self that lies layered
beneath years of passage
and you are back
to where it all began
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
*Saudade is a Portuguese word meaning “a bitter-sweet melancholic yearining for something beautiful that is now gone.”
