We woke into our Saturday which meandered through our hearts, quietly, I typed my words into a machine whilst you wielded tools, did tightening and drilling - all things on the list scored-off and we ate well, our feet reaching for the fire inestimable, the hours together in the same place: joy where it matters most and peace, as if we coast the way, don't have to try: words and arms enough at the world's end, the year's slidenext poem