The toddler in the garden raises a plump clenched fist to his ear
and thinks he talks to his mother far away in an office somewhere.
‘Look!’ he says and tells a tale of a fire engine and an emergency
To a woman who is right then giving a sales presentation
To clients who are staring, unseeing, at her Powerpoint
But imagining their forthcoming or just past family holiday –
At the sea’s edge, arms around each other,
Or on a rented bach lawn with a drink in hand.
“Look, Mummy,” he says, but she can’t see the fire engine’s ladder
Reaching to the moon to rescue the helium balloon
He’d lost forever a few minutes before.
She can’t see the tears or the mounting excitement
Now in the story telling. She’ll never know.
No PowerPoint pitch is ever this ennobling.