For Angus

Like an old smell, you'd thought
was forgotten, of the Melbourne show
Like a place you were once familiar with
and now you cannot remember why
Like the tune to show of your childhood
that shaped your adult years
Like walking past your kinder
Like seeing a symbol that haunted your younger years
Like watching something you taped ten years ago
and the all the ads seem so incredibly old and weird
but familiar and kind
Like bread cooking
Like dad singing
Like washed hair, a shower after camp
Like the smell of the pool
or the colour of the bush
or the taste of greek easter treats
or the sound of your old school bell

All things
you didn't even know you wanted but were so glad when they were there.

Thats what you are.