Aveiro Slosh

Aveiro Slosh

Blinds shadowing windows

run ahead of my eyes

as I drive along

the marrow

of my heydays

through which I used to gaze;

lamp posts, trees, sidewalks and

buildings

look at me, my presence is

not unnoticed, they know

who am I

Decay is just another note we both

play together

so we keep life

in tune with each other

despite every nonsense canopying

bricks and backbone

my head raises

and listens

as if

now, could mean anytime in

form and volume, like

scattered clouds framing the pale blue

in white

and then there's

this house, the one on the hook, view

into the east, south and west

not to mention high school right across

my room

resting

Going back to my home town.

I have to say I

almost faint from that absurd feeling -

so evocative, compelling and

irrational, pushing me to come

inside again, claim it as

mine – it always was!

assume it as the most natural

act

not of revenge but

of possession

© 2014 José Eduardo Coelho