Some Sunny Day Copyright © Sally Anne Adams 2011

If you could see
me now I know
you would speak
in the high space
your death has left.

I listen

to the distant geese
on Lackford Lakes
the cockerels in the village
crowing over and over
the crossbills in the pines
squeaking like a hinge
in need of oil.

I listen

to my thoughts.
You might have been
with me on a day like this
the sun hot enough
to warm the Breckland sand
hot enough for ice cream.
At 89, as you would have been
today, we would ignore
the diabetes and soothe
ourselves with the sweet cool
taste from childhood,
both of us

silent.