BECOMING JUNE

 

 

becoming june,

becoming freedom.

a moment with Julia Margaret Cameron.

coffee with cream left over

from yesterday's pavlova

(everyone's had better things to do

than pop to the corner shop

for some more milk.)

it made me think 

about my Finnish grandma Hellin

who would sip on hers

from a saucer

sitting on her yellow porch.

softly blurred childhood memories

like photographs faded by the sun.

if I could have a wish,

I'd ask for a chance

to sit there on that porch

and have a chat,

woman to woman, 

heart to heart.

 moments with roses. 

becoming roses. 

patient attempts

to capture fluttering butterflies,

but they won't be tamed.

strangely i feel them take flight 

somewhere deep inside. 

x