Excerpt From the Song of Solomon
He
stands holding a bamboo whirligig
my cousin bought in Bali.
She
stands, cuttings in hand,
giving orders.
They
are surrounded
by forty-five year old fruit trees,
week-old flowers
and dripping foliage.
A breeze questions,
the bamboo answers.
Laughter and silliness
sing their song.
And it is obvious
to anyone who cares to notice –
my Grandparents
are
in
love.
Coolah, The Riff, early 90s/2022/2023
This poem appeared (in a slightly different form) in ‘Seagift 2022’; Ed. Melinda Tognini, T.C. Shelley and Miriam Wei Wei Lo; Sheridan Institute of Higher Education.
© The Grumpy Old Dilettante, 2021