for Anne

There were reasons to chase you along the dusty path,
past bushes clustered with blackberries, out into
a field of whispering grass. Breezes swept down from
the clear blue sky as if from God, streaming your hair
as you ran towards the ancient, half-toppled tower.
Upstairs in the open, I watched your body shape
towards the window and take in the distant weight
of the sea, your comparable oceans of want.

And so instead of catching you in my arms
and swirling you about I simply stood and let the view
work its magic on us, give us both that sense
of no longer being inside ourselves but lost together
in the dreamscape of elsewhere. Hearts tipsy
as honey-bees, our breath married there in the quiet.