One long holiday

This heat,

that lizard skittering across a poolside rock,

those cicadas ceaselessly celebrating

something or other,

the way we eat, under bougainvillea,

tearing bread with our hands,

drinking rough wine that never tasted so good.


It feels like we’ve been here before.

No, cancel that.

It feels as if we’ve led this life these last 30 years,

with short cold grey interruptions for

giving birth,

building a career,

buying and selling property.