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

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.