Relics. They’re heaped, broken in the basement,
Suburban lumber, beachcomber flotsam
Left by the tides (the child grown to a man,
And home again on a halcyon sea).
Remembrance, here by an unlit casement:
A kneehole under sheets, drawers in a jam
On faded snaps, a girl’s unsteady hand,
Her coloured notelets headed with a P.
Instant recall, the clamour of voices
In an empty attic. Dormer curtains
Shed the years of dust in a salty breeze.
The silhouettes my lighted match has thrown
On a wall – these are student delusions
A creak on the stairs has me re-conceive.