Almost

Almost
in leaf-tips
wind-thrown treetops
wavecrests
far from Christmas
among cicadas
shadows
slung off in
lantern swing

A remembered house

Nearly a grace
with
lamposts
bent
like trees

and life
a passage

in between
our streets,

years, wandered
and shores

lifelong
and receding
into the
dead-foot now,

almost, almost
the substance
of things not seen.