Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral?
We’re playing twenty questions
And the boy can’t quite figure out
If glass is one of the three
Or none
One or none
Or some of all
It’s mineral
I say, without thinking
But then I do think
I think of the sea, the beach
The tiny creatures bashed to oblivion
By wild waves
Flecks of kelp and bladderwrack
Preserved forever
And I realise his confusion
Has way more merit
Than my certainty.