I have learnt to write rows of o’s bobbing
hopeful as hot air balloons from the line’s tethers
and watched eight Springs of frogspawn
grow legs but never…
and conducted clashy-bashy orchestras
of chime bars ocarina thundering tambour
and curled my hand over another hand
to hinge the crocodile jaws of the scissors.
I have accompanied a small mourning party
to a blackbird’s burial plot
and rolled countless bodies, like coloured marbles,
across gym mats
and conducted science’s great experiments
using darkened cupboards, plastic cups and cress
and unhooked a high window on a stuffy day
and heard the room’s breath.
I have measured time by paper snowflakes,
blown eggs, bereft cocoons
and waved goodbye in Summer so many times
that even in September my heart is June.