a boy watches Pocahontas 

on his Mum’s phone, 

his head in her lap. 

The way she strokes his hair

is the most tender thing. 

I feel safe; I’m forty and 

I feel safe. I could weep.

Too many people 

told me there would be too many people 

when I got here. 

There's no community, 

they said, in those sorts of places. What 

they meant is: 

there’s more than one place of worship.

Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland, and Ex-Puritan.