I bought the nature dvd's wanting you to see, before the flat magic of cartoons where no one hurts, dies, just lies plastic, smooth, as throw away buys in landfill sites forgotten yet unrotting
The wind wraps the house in a clingfilm of air, we go out and you are wide eyed as the sky Your hat blows off, making you cry. I cradle you in my arms look up at the trees, not dancing but tied by their roots
naked, he stands knee deep in warm wet face learning tautness tongue not yet broken to words' bridle still bit between his teeth pours water from bowl to bowl to yoghurt pot a ginger beer bottle wrestled bubbling down
His face in my mind a raindrop clings to a leaf's tip perfect, full of light I can't believe this came from me check to see he's still there...