From this house on its hill the sea appears,
through a gap in the trees two fields away,
like a wall – grey, green, blue: the horizon
straighter than any true line in nature.
A spider perhaps two millimetres long
has spun a web in the outside corner
of a window frame. It catches flies twice,
thrice its size daily. Our granddaughter
and I monitor it before breakfast.
The bullocks see us and, curious like
all young creatures,