Silently at first,
you dance across the fields –
unseen, but much lamented –
a solitary visitor yet to find home.
But then,
towing the grey line,
my single-track thoughts of monotony
are broken.
A glancing blow across
the bows
hauls my neutral daydream back
from wonder to elation.
A sapphire that shimmers
summer
through an April morning.
With rustic face tilted
and streamers splayed,
you turn a magnificent turn
and grey becomes blue space.
And I was sure I caught
an avian smile
in that briefest moment;
but maybe summer’s sun
strengthens my own reflection.