In this moment you and I:
love, loves and feelings;
our place and time
together, apart;
my crooked walk,
your long hair,
my guitar, your concertina,
our families past and present;
houses, rooms, gardens,
the streets, towns and city
childhood to adulthood;
teachers, neighbours, friends;
all murmuration; fluid
we have passed so easily through,
above and within;
watched weightless, weighted
and weightless again;
eased our voices into the waves
that are eternal,
and, I believe, sang
more than our share.
