The photo pinned to the fridge door
beams mesmeric smiles – there’s
huge comfort seeing he’s well again;
for a while dismal frailty almost sank
the good vibes, cascades of worst
imaginings’ crescendos won briefly –
but he rose naked like a new dawn
and it paled away
His pure smile is strength naive of
its innocence, it says we were seeing
futures voided in diasporas of our worst
imaginings; yet he claims nothing from
our disquiet than comfort of knowing
we were there too
© 13 December 2011, I. D. Carswell
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