Do you ever think about the moments
when you saw something for the first time?
Like your mum presenting you
to the reflection of your baby self,
or hospital car park rain splashing
against your newborn skin.
Can you remember popping your first white head?
Imagine seeing a soft boiled egg for the first time,
watching your dad finally
hitting six skims with a seaside stone,
breaking your tastebuds’ ice cream virginity.
I have no memory of my feet meeting their first puddle.
I wonder if they took the sensation for granted.
I hope they smiled in the slosh.
I hope they marvelled as the ripples
danced around them.
© Carl Burkitt 2020