A poem written on the ascent to St John Fort, Kotor, 1st August 2022
You overtook me on the stairs.
Kotor’s teetering walls would have waited
but you ran as if they might run too,
as if you could be
the first to wash in the sight of the bay.
As I stepped aside,
You overtook me,
My gaze rippling in your wake
and something wistful in me running with you.