For me it’s a packet of honeycomb
from a pop-up fairground.
It’s dancing with no pants on
with the curtains wide open.
It’s flicking the correct light switch first time.
For me it’s pancakes on a Wednesday.
It’s knowing who’s walking down the stairs
based purely on the creak of the floorboards.
For me it’s the perfect text back
to a message about my favourite tree dying.
It’s smashing old fashioned toffee
with a mini hammer.
It’s leek and potato soup in a metal bowl.
For me it’s a missed call
followed by an Everything’s OK voicemail.
© Carl Burkitt 2020