Celestial Being

That throng of anemones

litters our front door

like confetti

a burst of joy suddenly here

like you

not from my womb

but from the sky,

i see all the stars

in your knowing eyes

The limed Bath stone

of our neighbourhood

surrounds us in warm honey

As the sun beats down

I kiss your fluffy head

and watch

a leaf float by in the canal

A picture perfect place in time