Little Clouds

We sat in class like little clouds

watching the high windows

seeing a vast mirror of clouds

higher and brighter than ourselves.

Walking by a river on a Friday night

we finally lost our way.

You walked back the way we had come

while I walked on.

Lost days.

Nettles through your stockings on the Heath.

Drinking wine from jam jars.

Your face lit up from within.

Hedgehog Honey.