All that stood between us,
was three hours of car sickness and a game of Eye-spy.
Following the towering pylons
that dotted fields; passing electricity
to one another, like a secret.
I’d notice the cats’ eyes fixed in the ground
redundant during day yet,
somehow catching the sun’s face.
But the water towers were my favourite;
they would grow and shrink on every visit,
as if quickly breathing in and out,
whenever I wasn’t looking.
After the road came to a stop,
I found you at Blantier house, your new home.
And all that stood between us,
was a translucent screen, and four prison guards.