Do and Done Unto

Family is at me

or family is a pod of

killer whales trying to knock me off

a slight crust of ice sheet with their

tails in unison,

amplifying their power

using water against my perch -

as the ice cracks and I slip between,

they simply let me flop across them

as they sweep me somewhere else. 

Family is something that happened 

to me as I happened to family,

I was around in silence and then I was not

and all that caution that was thrown to me

was not to the wind. 

In my absence,

its permutations only multiplied 

ready for when I was

back and realised

and when I was not.