Mousehole
you ease out of the chimney
walk down the lane
fall out of dark cloud
into a boat
slide from blue shimmer
in a fix of sun over water
level the roof of the house
with your chest
heave the dinghy onto the harbour wall
smudge eyes with raindrops
collapse onto the slatted wooden seat
watch for hours
heavy mist run in
from rocks and coves
up streets and alleyways
nothing more than smoke now
congealed above an arching bridge
and you sing