Poems Of The Week, Week 3: WHAT WE CAME LOOKING FOR by Chris Hardy

As part of week three of Poems Of The Week, we have WHAT WE CAME LOOKING FOR by Chris Hardy, a poem about ‘about memory, love, and loss.’ Hardy explained to Bell House that he, ‘…write[s] as a reaction to moments of sudden awareness, of time, the beauty and fragility of life and the world, a random memory, an overheard phrase. A few words appear and that is the beginning. I read poetry looking for the same experience.’

WHAT WE CAME LOOKING FOR

She might remember to tell you,

though she is busy

running the café.

Also she is young

and might not know

what we meant

when we told her how

we came here

and camped on the beach

before she was born.

We met fishermen,

a woman driving a bull,

the Chief of Police, children, and you

who’d once made pastries for Farouk

in Heliopolis,

and gave us coffee, water,

cakes and wine for breakfast.

We watched above the shore,

swam, picked up mail,

rubbed olive oil and vinegar

into our burnt skin, and waited for something

or nothing.

Something came –

work, daughters,

a slow accumulation of weight

to hold us in one place

and press us into shape.

Many others bought

your powdery confections,

spent enough to turn the track

into a road and line the fields with

shops, apartments and a gleaming,

arched Patisserie.

We didn’t knock to wake you

just now,

when we had to leave again.

But we told the girl our story

and if she tells you I think

you will remember us and know

what we came looking for

this time.

(‘WHAT WE CAME LOOKING FOR’ was published in ‘The Frogmore Papers’ poetry magazine and Chris’ first collection, ‘Swimming In The Deep Diamond Mine’. )