At 12:32pm, a kingfisher dives into the water,
It’s tiny wings taut tight into its small body.
It shatters the glass surface that mirrors the sky
And returns to the air, a wriggling stickleback in it’s gullet.
At 12:35pm, an old, darling lady scoops her soup
With a metal spoon and brings it to her mouth.
She runs the silver across the bottom of the bowl
In an attempt to recover the last, sunken crouton.
At 12:43pm, Arthur Allen drives his spade into the sand
Of Berrow beach. He puts his full, eight year-old weight
Onto the plastic handle to lift the load and it snaps,
Falling him onto his three tiered sandcastle.