Released Poem 1: Reunion

Reunion

Remember summer. Hours

of slanting sun

rising like a lever, hot

and long enough to move a world.

                                                                                                        

All the way to breaktime

its dry tide rose behind me,

scorching the slow fields of morning

until all the paths were gone.

You’d pop the silver top down

with your thumb,

post the straw and suck

your milk.

I’d hold back, hold breath:

gauging the heat-gap’s smallest slenderness

between warm glass, damp skin.

Feel the clotting of my throat.

If you were here

       you might

          remember this.

Sally Douglas