Wednesday 3rd January, 2018

On Google Street View
the closest I can get
to where my grandmother
was born
and lived
till she was twenty-seven
is the State of Roraima
in northern Brazil.
There I follow
paths of red dirt
over opaque rivers
to a fragile looking bridge
shaded by some
kind of leaning tree.
Dappled shadows land
on the bridge's wood planks
and there are footprints
in the sand
but no people.
Just one acciental click
and I have lost this place.
I try to find my way
back but it is gone
like a morning dream.