A warm post office

by Kaci V

A warm post office, that who saw?
A burning cloud-decorated kindly —
a family, a life, a death — decisions roughly
spreading fear — warmth
you send destroyed gifts generously —

But you’ve burned up my map
with your present of ash —
watching my name — my world
replaced by gaps

Who was I really? the fox — the winner
Was I running? Was I cooking dinner?
Was I nearby? Did I smile at your glimmer?

Written by Kaci V as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Mark Granier in North Wicklow Educate Together Secondary School, Bray in September 2023.