The window was open & a horse ran
Along the far edge of our field
You sat just opposite me
At our small kitchen table
& with one unbroken gesture
Swept your arm across its yellow
Formica clearing onto the floor
Coffee cups plates thatched with rinds
Of toast scarred by yolk newspapers
Notebooks & all of those distances
That’d gathered for months settling
Over everything & across this expanse
You raised your eyes to mine to make
Plain another new beginning