STICKLEBACK

I remember all the things we did
So very long ago,
But ask me where I've left my keys
I'll tell you I don't know.

I look up at the old jam jar
My nan had on her shelf.
Once filled with wriggling stickleback
I caught all by myself.

The fish are gone
The key remains
My mind's ajar
Again and again.


Stephen Kerr September 26 2018