White

I see white, layers of it

White that is grey

White that has a figure behind it

A crushed grey

 

So white is it that I forget

I am holding my daughter

Black hair folded on a blanched face

We are Mother-Daughter

 

A pure shield

 

So scared

Fear takes away my anger

A simple equation

On blank paper

 

The conflict taking place

With a cream backdrop

Is a piece of theatre

 

I look at her

 

All her nightmares have come true

Curled round me

Her face a half-almond

 

Tears breed from my eyes

Hot things

Salt water on wide white

Bleached beach

In a heart beat

 

Another simple equation unfurls

Designed to bring back the conviction

That my hand can protect her harmless ivory face

And the other can get us through the mist

 

An encampment

White capped nurses

A bleached tent

 

Tenderness in a touch

In the safe breath

Of a deep pause

We have found our luck