I knew the sky was beautiful, big and blue
I just didn't know how to take the photograph
I knew I fancied to live my whole life with you
I just didn't know you thought I was having a laugh
I might eat potatoes
I won't eat hay
I might drive forever
Till the end of the day
I saw the sadness in her eyes
Her soles hardly left the pavement
She shuffled along in her bland clothing
Could I help her
Would my words help her
Might it help to talk
Does it always help to talk
I listened to Helen Dunmore
Reading her poem Wild Strawberries
In that one instant the thought
Of the almost violent beauty
And the ever vigilant pain
At the very extremities of love
