Today's Clouds And Skies(For Jan)

Here in a deserted bomb site (a left over from the Blitz) my 5 year old self (protected by thick muffler & neat gaberdine mac) stares in wonder (stopped now in her play) as she discovers half a house half a washbasin half a bedroom floor as if a giant invisible hand had playfully(mischievously) taken away the other half that should be there. The other half more real now in its absence not realising that Life itself can be cut in two & half lives on and half dies into History become a letter held forever in the bottom corner of a drawer a memory forgotten now or remembered by a fading few or a little girl watching in horror as rain clutches at the wallpaper roses plucks & peels them (one by one) from half a living room wall half a fireplace still attempting to warm what is no longer there weeds & wild flowers weeds & wild flowers laughing & running riot up a staircase that leads to nowhere (nowhere) except today's clouds and skies.