The Egg, The Womb, The Head and The Moon.

You played hide and seek

through our dreams for years

before you arrived.

 

Then, once we’d tigged you

– that squirm of blur

inside that pulsing screen –

 

we lay at night trying

not to giggle; straining

to hear your heartbeat.

 

You made us laugh a lot,

and disagree, and talk till 3am

of names, and whose nose you’d get.

 

And then you, who had lived

with us such a blink of time,

left.

 

And we are left, holding

onto nothing but naming books,

and our lurching world.

 

For you braced your whole

13cm self, and threw our

planet off its axis.