Sonnet IV

and then there was some turbulence
a mighty storm blew in from the west
the days were very dark now
I held your hand quiet child
your eyes large beneath the water
raindrops pour into full floods
the long imaginary plain the way
home unrecognisable beneath
the sudden loss of day
and yet you change too
grow in stature when the wind
spits small ice in your face
some days you take it on the chin
some days you run and run and run