Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

If and when I have mislaid my name
and stare at you disconcertingly

let me spend a day parked by Suilven,
perplexed by broken water. Turn

my calendar to the mountain’s season,
and set my watch by shadows on the loch.

Forgive me if I lose the reason that we came
or my gaze clouds in a cod-fish kind of way

or if the name I chose for you eludes me.
I’ll still sense mountain, water, love.