We lay in the long grass
summery flies
bees
butterflies
Jane named them
one by one
I lay
watching her finger move
pointing them out
cotton wool clouds
water colour
blue sky
the best scene
my father says
the sky
above our heads
she said
he says some painters
study skies
to soak them up
into the art
I watched
as her hand turned
palm towards me
the headline
heart line
then down
beside her
in the long grass
out of sight
London skies
were pretty much
grey with smoke
or dirty blue
like soiled linen
I said
you must be glad
to be out
of London now
she said
looking at me
her dark eyes
lit up
like black olives
in cream
yes I am now
after this
I said
not saying
how her presence
made it more so
I love this
she said
this air
this scene
these butterflies
us being here
her fingers
reached out for mine
in the grass
fingertips touching
a Gatekeeper
she said suddenly
her finger pointing
skyward
as a butterfly
touched
the water colour
blue sky.