My Childhood

My childhood is the March wind fires
My childhood is mauve reflected in a river
My childhood is a breath clouding this glass
My childhood is ash from Anglia
Falling from the sky on the 15th of August
My childhood is the breathing of fog
My childhood is the hare in the moon
My childhood is a statue in the Italian garden
Growing horns and coming to life
My childhood is mummified rain
In my childhood, the village is always on fire
My childhood is this familiar life, which seems to be, but is not
My childhood is the news of travelers who've seen nothing
My childhood is city kids lighting evening fires in dry grass
Almost always visited by high winds
My childhood is a chord
Heard behind another chord which was not played
My childhood is cast entirely in this glass