On the estuary we found the black clay the same day
we found the first berries. I made promises to myself.
There was a dress that I had thought of as ‘blackberry
dress’ and I kept it folded in a loose ball in a
cupboard. I used this
At a similar time, I saw a wonderful thing. A bird flew
low to a large mint metal flat roof. Its shadow followed
it closely and suddenly dropped to the ground like a
line of soot falling. This was spoken to a small empty
shelf in a bedroom
Then it moved. On a walk alongside the estuary, I
walked away from the tide coming in and heard lovely
rhythms on a metal roof.
I remember when there is fabric involved. I remember
the children on the sand, one’s pale blue coat with
diamond patches lying across my legs. I remember
vividly the arrangement made along an electricity
line by someone I do not know but feel I see often. It
must be her house. Clear short lines, or tubes line it,
facing out into to the cool air in every direction. Sun,
sun, light, lines, the lines stay in my head, the sun
stays in the lines. I’ve waited for Winter to write.