One by the sea, each new tide bringing in another childhood memory,

one up North, where every second of sunlight feels more precious and beautiful than anywhere else in the world,

one in Italy, the capital city which revels in its antiquity,

and one right here, a space finally big enough for me, my daydreams and questions, big enough for the love which swells like a sponge, like a chest, like an ocean.

Yes, this right here is ‘happy’ because there is space for me,

and I am an ocean.

Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019