All This

I remember walking through
that field near Hellesdon
where you realised
you liked the countryside.
I plucked the biggest carrot
either of us had ever seen,
skipped with it in my hand
swinging it from leaves
like a child with a doll.
You said: “I thought I didn’t like all this,”
And your eyes on mine
made me feel included
with the soil, the low sunshine,
the universe outside.