Minimalist
you play me Philip Glass
on video call
behind you I see trees
in motion
stopping and starting
as the connection wavers
the green fronds
repeat the same movement
minutely varied
and the music
builds its slender
momentum
there is so much
we don’t say
it is there
in the white space
of your Miami clouds
in the palm trees’
continuous reach and sigh
we shrink the sky
to a phone screen
and share music
on a broken line
Isabelle Thompson is a graduate of Bath Spa University’s Creative Writing MA. She has previously been published in Ink Sweat & Tears, The Interpreter’s House, Rattle, Erbacce and The Lake. Her reviews appear in Sphinx.