… she said she’d want a word
beneath her blanket of fog, which she spread across the world outside my window
so I crawled in beside her
and told her of those endless summer days
of climbing up the waterfall
only to read a week later about the kid who tripped and fell, fifteen meters onto the rocks, my place of joy, another mother’s nightmare
of those long and winding roads, shimmering with heat as we traveled, singing along to whichever tune the radio would play
and the stench of burned rubber and the concertinaed car, on fire on the fast lane, and the people sitting on the guard railing, staring blankly at their phones
You were the lucky one, again.
Yes, Lady Autumn, I was.
Come with me, then. I promise I’ll be gentle.
(Hope you had a wonderful summer yourselves. Here’s a bit of recommended listening as the seasons change: Wading in Deeper, Katzenjammer)
Angelika Rust 