Mother
The mother is sad with folded arms. The daughter is not sad. In this way the daughter reflects the circle of gold sequins on her pink sweatshirt while the mother continues to stare at the grey sky and the reflections on the water.

Mother 2
The woman loves her daughter, dresses her in pink, buys her a gingerbread man but the mother is sad because once she used to dance all night and laugh and now she cannot, she sees walls all round her and where once she only saw the sky, the stars and endless possibility.

At half past seven
Three blue jellyfish passing
An outgoing tide

I want to learn another language
How the sea contains itself
How stars are stitched in the sky
How the heart beats

I want to learn another language
How the hole forms in the stone
If the hole contains absence
Or is the mark of something

Corners of fields where rushes grow
And cows chew
Under the smoke of clouds
That's a place I want to be

Small copses
Huddled at the edges of things
Where trees hold out their arms
And dance in the wind
Gifting their leaves
That's where I want to be

The Old Man
Holding his staves
Held between the Downs
And a sky
Blue as a sapphire
That's where I'll be

There are places I want to take you
Reed-filled
Sky-bound
Where clouds fall upon land
Empty
Held by waves

There are places I want to take you
Tidal flats of mud and glasswort
Trees knitted by sea-winds
Blossomed with lichen
Silent and rusted

There are places I want to take you
Where wood turns to stone
And stones roll
Under a sky
Embracing the shingle

Here I will show you how the sea flows in my veins
How heaven catches my heart
How you might love me

On the 2.23 from London
are sleepless and dark bridges
many trees, green and damp
sometimes sheep
and a woman's voice reading stations
we might pass through