When – a poem by Lydia Harris

When

I was a name
	when I was a body inside a name 

I sounded  
	like the sigh of willow or hazel

a breath,  holy repetition 
	as I crossed the field 

Lydia Harris has made her home in the Orkney island of Westray. Her second full collection Henrietta’s Library of the Whole Wide World was published by Blue Diode in March.