I will give him daylight and mornings, a doorway and rose; a boat, a star, and a place to rest; hands to get dirty; a south, a west, a willow and drum, days that can be counted; the moon and the sun.

I will give him lovers and sanctuary, a window and forge; a flower, a shell, and a time to sleep; lines to be crossed; a north, an east, a bird and lamp, things that can be broken, the boy and the man.

I will give him kindness and fables, a garden and stone; a map, a cup, and an hour to rise; a body that bruises; a coat, a wife, some silver and gold; a light that can be salvaged; the new and the old.

Unpublished extract from 'Lindo'