sorting through mum’s stuff
Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013
I find a note she wrote me:
“For Rachel
Gwen Harwood
Poet
Bone Scan”
She doesn’t even remember writing it.
I look it up and find:
In the twinkling of an eye,
in a moment, all is changed:
on a small radiant screen
(honeydew melon green)
are my scintillating bones.
Still in my flesh I see
the God who goes with me
glowing with radioactive
isotopes. This is what he
at last allows a mortal
eye to behold: the grand
supporting frame complete
(but for the wisdom teeth)
the friend who lives beneath
appearances, alive
with light. Each glittering bone
assures me: you are known.
