I’m standing near a girl; I think she’s me.
She has an aura – she’s projecting an intensity
of herself, a confidence, a matter-of-fact presence.
She’s holding hands with someone,
she’s laughing and the essence
of her joy shines like sunlight from her eyes.
She’s where she’s meant to be.
But I can’t watch her for long.
I have to get home and cook tea.
5 January 2018