Earliest Recollection

an ill-defined room in space
beyond reach of  imagining,
a blur for which there were yet no words,
all atmosphere, things bled together beyond articulation
in a highchair at a table, through an outside door
dad walked in

I knew him by his loud wool coat
and how he spoke a solid something
he said I don’t know what

while out of sight, around, enveloping as grace 
I felt my mother float. I knew her merest sound
her voice’s ceaseless note

Jim Culleny