Salamanders

Salamanders

I wanted to write a poem about memory and how it was to visit my grandmother’s house every year; How the salamanders would run across the stones to the hidden grass patches and I would chase after they trying to catch them - Success once in a rare while .

The salamanders - as metaphor for memory and time. The distance traveled to reach my grandmother in Palm Beach, now with a hearing aid. Her husband dead and gone 15 years and me not married , not with children , not yet, but almost.

I cannot do it. So instead, I write what it would be like if I could. The salamanders remain but they or rather their descendants have grown much larger then I remember. I have seen them today, scurrying around the pool.