some days it was so warm
we sat outside
looking up into the sky
at the transient architecture of the clouds
or for anything that might appear
out of the blue
nothing did although
the dandelions all sprang up
when no-one was looking
their flowers morphing into clocks
sometimes we went down to the sea
stood on the shingle
waves lapping at our feet
I sit now with my back
to the dove that’s built its nest
on a ledge beneath this upstairs window
we maintain a companionable silence she and I
she incubates her eggs while I
write this and other things sometimes
I still walk round the fields
seeking chaos though more often
ruminating on the void
Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor