for Holly

We calculate you´re two corners away by now,
first time alone in the car, navigating through
the twelve big houses at the edge of town,
the fallow field where once in a blue moon
a spring appears like a flying fish at sea.
The winter night´s as clear as cooling glass
but you accelerate away from us too fast
to see the stars, the arrows on the ground.

Your music steers you on a sail of sound,
you are on fire. Your hands are Mercury,
your heart and eyes the Sun. You plough
the top road like a submarine – we try in vain
to visualise your course, the unlit shipping lanes,
the shoals of stars. We cannot see you now.

from Over (Carcanet, 2009), © Jane Draycott 2009, used by permission of the author and the publisher

Books by Jane Draycott