for Rebecca Barr

A stranger bringing water to a stranger.
One unlocked house among all unlocked houses.
A line of stone along a line of clover.
Beyond a road with stone and clover edges
A looked-for line between wet sky and water
Seams non-existence: large and swift, headed out,
Disappeared in a tilting and a pouring.
How have I been so stupid and not known this?
Heaven most probably is underwater,
Sounding with ease, increasing pressure on us.
Too light for many stars. Too soon for most birds.
Crex crex: a hidden and unvarnished corncrake.
Some way ahead, Rebecca in the pink.