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.
