EASY
The same air we collected
in our hair and clothes
from a view of the river
is flowing out of hedgerows
up the garden wall
through the open window
to and fro between our mouths,
thoughtless, nocturnal,
with no sense of occasion,
nothing we said or didn’t say
stops it short, it seems content
lifting our ribs and then letting go.
Sian Hughes is the education officer at the Poetry Society. Her collection, ‘Saltpetre’, is published by SmithDoorstep Books
