365 Poems – 133 Understanding (Rough First Draft)


I like you,

as a shape to

recognise in the dark.


You have

this precise,

passionate connection

to my head

and to my heart,

and make me

want to live my life harder.


You tell me

that it’s okay,

on some days, to step

into a different boat,

and instead of rowing,

lie down on the bottom

and see what happens.


You tug gently at my unrest,

and tell me another story

where the hero dies.


You are good at waiting

when the only thing I’m doing

is re-treading old footprints.