Every breath you took felt like mine Time was all we had and time was late Under daylight’s moon In the middle of the afternoon I cupped my hands in angel prayer Stepped inside a breeze Looked for where the children sleep When there’s nowhere to go When winter has gone And spring has come It’s a lonely sound where the willows bend Feel it in your chest like birds nesting Our lives In love and rain Together in dance To the point of exhaustion Peeling criticism off my soul Wiping salty tears and a sweaty brow Standing on a hill I don’t recall climbing Searching for anyone who won’t vanish Under this city’s umbrella Thunder and lightning strike doubt In laneways, exposed shoulders Point skyward, Thor’s light show Blesses the peregrine falcon I don’t remember what shade the sky was When the inconsistent winter broke open On a branch bleeding an enormous sigh Those hours and the past, gone in a thought Resting on fallen fat-fingered fig tree leaves The path ahead is as narrow as my feet If I let every fence in my mind have a gate In heaven, our gardens will find each other
Fotoula Reynolds is a writer of poetry, born in Australia of Greek heritage. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in southern Australia. Fotoula convenes a poetry group in her local community and regularly attends and participates in spoken word events in and around the city of Melbourne. Her work is published widely in journals, reviews and anthologies. Fotoula was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2019.