Nine Weeks

I have kept my head above water,
hands to the soil, leaves under daylight,
fingernails hard, as you came through
the living room door propping
a tray of toast and tea, kept

the greenhouse heat in, styled your hair,
slipped into the ether of a town that might be Cardiff
and went unrecognised for three days;
kept each wheel off the ground, as I
slung the skateboard about an invisible peg
in the sky.