a crumbling half-moon of pavingthat is mine on the edge of the world -
|Photo: Martin Huebscher Photography|
our answer to nature's randomness,
crafted substitute for natural happiness,
rafts to get to a haven,
our gentlest way to act like gods.
Each pot of breathing colours
a tiny world
for her -
not in dried remembrance,
but, child's magic, waiting for her
to walk across the grass
and enter now.