Sorting for Calais by Rob Lock

Submitted by Rob Lock on Tue, 25/10/2016 - 21:38

Sorting for Calais

When I cut through the parcel tape to get to
the Duvet and pillow inside, to see
if they were really cushioning two pictures
(and if so to dump them in the unwanted heap:
walls before pictures) and, surrounded as I am
by volunteers assembled and labelled for the morning, I can scarcely believe
that I’m looking at – but, yes – a framed photo
of my son and his wife, Kevin and Jenny,
in the days of their marriage, après ski,
standing proud and happy, a world of lake
and snowy forest stretching out behind them –

or that under this photo (which his mother
had presumably had enlarged and framed,
and now given away) less the aerial view
of Hill Farmhouse that I mounted and hung
in that home I loved like no other, before
the wilderness years – but now, bewilderment
shelved, I get back to the sorting of clothes:
into piles, by size, for men, women, and children
who’ve left their homelands behind them, pictures
carried in their heads as they strive against
daunting odds to frame safe futures here.
Later even my family photos story gets sorted.

Copyright © 2016 Rob Lock

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