day 9 - untitled

untitled as yet!

Heart so sore
at leaving Mum,
and within the strangeness
of my brother and best friend
come to meet us
separate parts of life
colliding in a party
at the airport,
and weighted with dread
of the long flight,
I did not take note
of that slip or trip,
shoes off running
(my kids don’t walk)
we blamed his too long jeans
brushed aside pins and needles
blaming too tight socks.
As we smiled, blinked back tears,
waved goodbye,
his body was turning
on itself.