Katherine Gallagher (7 September 1935 - / Maldon / Australia)
That year you lost your husband
you wore one brave face after another.
Next thing, you kept changing countries.
Making a fresh start, you called it.
And still each new place sang,
claiming you against the dark.
He would have loved that —
you travelling solo pulled by both worlds.
His voice, breath — hand on your shoulder.
Arms and bodies linked on a bed
that moved like an ocean.
I wondered if you’d break.
I saw you had broken —
you spent hours skeining days
that were all you had
to line your nomad shelter.
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