There she is
in the field
Jane waving
to the birds
in the sky
above us
wave she says
so I wave
to the rooks
overhead
then they've gone
out of sight
I watch her
her hair free
her eyes bright
this is it
she says loud
arms outstretched
palms open
this is art
God's own art
she utters
she is art
to my eyes
the beauty
of her form
her soft voice
uttering
we are here
we're alive
this moment
I love her
her being
her hands clap
birds fly out
from hedgerows
winging up
we need wings
she tells me
flaps her arms
I kiss her
in my mind
embrace her
in my dreams
let us fly
she calls out
I follow
arms flapping
don't know why.