The waterfall and river , mossy rocks , rusty corrugated iron ,
branches , rusted tins of ZING and SPRINT , cobwebs ,
a green marble ,
busted plastic containers , a green peg from Norway .
The breeze on my body ,
the sounds of waterfalls and lapping water
as Tarzan’s sons , swigging orange lemonade ,
arrive on the opposite bank .
One wears shorts cut on his father’s lines ,
the other carries the knife .
There is a rope tied to a high tree branch ,
they take turns to swing out , and back .
A derelict refrigerator , old planks , a mussel shell , an ant ,
a car tyre , a dirty kerosene tin , plastic bottle caps ,
driftwood ,
house bricks , blue wool , a dragon fly .
Then I found him .
He lay on his back between the fridge and the green peg .
His grinning lips spread from ear to ear , although he had no
ears !
I picked him up and looked in through the opening in his
crown .
One side of his face was full of mud and tiny broken twigs .
An insect flew about his chest ,
a microscopic plant grew in his foot .
I gently turned him over and found
TREET ・PRESERVATIVE ADDED ・ARTIFICIALLY
COLOURED・
embossed on his space suit .
I returned him to the exact spot I’d found him ,
and sat beside him ,
the flotsam’d river ,
lapping our feet .
