vasilios moschouris

Recurse
for Jack

When you need to, 
remember those days on the lake:
the castles built from castles
that you crushed beneath your feet;
the sand we poured like ruin into buckets
and all that we made with it.

The First Law
for Dom & Luca

Here is everything:

Flowering waves, petals furling and unfurling;
the boy runs across them. His voice
joins his brother’s in the wind, dances in the reeds.
I am breathing their voices.

Overhead, seagulls surf upon their words;
underfoot, the mountains ground to grain
are mountainous again. The boys clamber up the dune
and look out at the world.

Children, do you see it? In all its breath
and motion? How it burns within you,
the footprints of birds in the sand,
the taste of new voices, coasting on the air?

Sometimes I must see it for myself:
extant life, its many forms converging here
in this and every moment,
neverending.