child crawls into my bed
at 1am
don’t know why
bad dream?
lie there
with that tiny flame
of joy
thinking how before
I’d have been…
now I’m sane
next morning
wake early
and run
through the rain
endless liquid
absorbed easily
in sand
no glass of wine
competes with wild
wind and waves
drink the moment
shake my head
at empty beer bottles
that roll and smash
on picnic tables
the drunk won’t see
beauty here
in this moment
just for me
Photo: Claire Doble