We played hide and seek on holiday
I would close my eyes at evening,
the breeze would slip away
to another appointment.
I would count the lights go down,
cover my head from stars,
let the moon keep watch.
I would draw back shutters at dawn,
go search for the wind
outside
A mosaic of pale stone
ferociously pushing heat into my face,
a frog fixed in the pond with fierce eyeballs.
I would look behind corners of brilliant white
across luscious grass blades, erect, unmoving,
plumbago petals still under cork oaks,
palms hanging arced in the oven.
I would look and look,
until both eyelids would give in,
and call out to the wind:
You have won, Unfound One
You are master of this game.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 
