I am stepping out of my car.
The drive was short,
Yet I am now in a no man’s land,
Compared to where I was before.
I have landed in a preserved bubble of Earth
At the heart of the countryside.
The roots of my family are planted here.
I am standing where my mother grew up
And when – I close my eyes
And open them again
I am stepping out of time.
This place now appears to me
The way it must have looked
Fifty years ago,
At a time when more people
Still worked their lands to eat.
My grandmother looks fit and younger.
She is wearing a long, light blue dress
Of thick, plain cotton, under knee length,
No cleavage, reaching round around her neck.
Her white apron shows stains of milk and soil
She is rushing out of the stables and hailing
A name – two little Bella dolls are lying on the ground,
By the stairs. On the adjoining grounds, waving to her sister
Who is watching from afar, a tiny blonde head is climbing
The wooden fence, unaware a horned ram is heading her way.
She settles, looks up, then closes her eyes, and screams.
Featured image captured on July 24th, 2016 in Oze, Hautes Alpes, France, with an iPhone 5C – HDR settings