Absence in landscape made by millennial crawl
Bow back fills with air
the spaces
Minuscule, obscured
the valley torn asunder
Intelligent design?
Air shaped memories
shades of light
patches of dark grief
Pick out the details:
that patch of yellow diamond, those
Caravaggio peaks
Muscular grounds, weaker than Bow,
always passing through
Thinness of air and I am at Cogne
My sister tries to skip in the snow.
Sliding on my bum and skis into my Dad
My mother’s brave and terrified technique
Grief is the shape of a valley
the air of dying thin
at altitude our absent ancestors reside
Dadhood 