Moonlight pee.
The faeries are asleep.

Inky leaves and silver mud,
crunch, under our feet.

We talk about being women…
and I disagree.

One of us misses man and children.
The other misses being free.

A pee in the moonlight,
brings us to the same world.

Two women,
at night;

or soft;

just being

Walking the night fields,
in awe.



(In memory of a memorable women-only, complicit conversation
in the night fields of Totleigh Barton, Arvon Foundation)