(To Morgan , my cousin Peter's son who died in an accident aged 14 months)

Perspectives are difficult at two.
I never knew you,
Only a golden boy.

There's me waiting for lightning
And you feeling the gravel with your knees
Bewitched by light and colour
And the upsidedownness of it all.

Just a short trip
A brief message
Barely a sniffle,
One winter and a song.

You played fast and loose
And I with my steady calmness
Could not catch your glory
Only your story.