Poem: Marine Parade

I reminded my brother of the time
we were on the bumper boats, and we
ignored the bell, kept circling ourselves

and splashing about. Then the guy trying
to call us in so he could close up for the day,
started driving towards us in a boat —

shouting and waving. We took a side each
and rammed him and splashed him; working
as a team for one of the only times I can

remember. I often laugh to think of this
moment — a real life cartoon contained
in the single panel of our lives so far.

But I could see it trigered no memory
at all for him. He laughed but didn’t
mean it. He’s got far bigger fish to fry.