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András Gerevich, from New Order: Hungarian Poets of the Post 1989 Generation

Family Chronometer

Letting my cocoa drip into the sea
I watched the sweet brown drops dissolve
in the calm, transparent, salty Adriatic,
then vanish in the space of a moment.
'Today I've reached the age,'
my mother said as we finished breakfast,
'my own mother was the day she died.'
I dived off a cliff into the water.
Last year I too knew the exact day
(I'd worked it out weeks in advance)
I reached the age my father
was when I was born.
It was a boring weekday, Wednesday,
we sipped morning coffee together in bed,
I felt your stubble when I kissed you,
like the prickly realisation inside me
no-one would upend that sandglass again.