Baths, when it’s dark out.
The house at five am.
Sundays at eight am.
Waiting for the fireworks to start
in the park and I am wearing mittens.
The sound of the sea
accompanied by a bristling breeze.
Sherbet lemon drops and lollies.
Any flavour of ice cream.
The smell of the circus
and the impending fear of a clown
with a plastic plate asking you
to raise your index finger into the air.
Fingertips along my spine.
Whispers in my ear and audiobooks.
A fire crackling in Spring,
the sun almost setting,
giving way to a wintery moon rising.
Trick or treating.
My name when you say it out loud.
My name when I say it out loud.
© Kristiana Reed 2019