You said they were boats on my feet; and I agreed, eager to please; I was sinking as freshly-washed decks met my eyes through the waves. The soles squealed in the rain spelled pavements out loud and apologies came before I'd reached the gate; 'S's slipped through teeth that were not my own; each intake of breath another redress gums shining with Sorry. I tried but nothing stuck to the roof of my mouth nothing waited for cars to pass and windscreen wipers waved anyway. But not to me. When it came the baby laughed like it had never mattered, my legs made from last night's icecream: laughed at the last year and the route I had taken there and lay with her hands open; fingers, eyes asking to play.