All it takes is an Alice moment
ducking my head to go down the passage
into house number seven
and my huswif’s eye takes over
approves the stone dresser
(not much dusting), the handy storage cells,
the fit and bulk of the front door’s slab,
the mattress of bracken, the sheepskin rugs.
And outside a neighbourly village
of six tidy middens, some barley fields
and the Bay of Skaill spread in blue welcome.
I’ll take it. Move in yesterday.
