14

On this day.
The number 14,
is all mine.

Van Morrison singing.

'Turn up your radio'.

I oblige.
I'm in the moment.

I spin in my dressing gown.
Clap my hands to Aretha.

'Say you love me too, answer my prayer'.

I reach out my arms.

I'm with you now.
Up there.

The queen of Kingsway,
scatting in the kitchen.
A cocked finger.
Coffee cup in hand.

God. I can see you.

I frame it.
Keep it.
Put it in my pocket.

And on this day.
On my number 14.
This is almost enough.

Almost.