All the memories you really remember,

Strangely insignificant moments.

They’re all about love.

Its feel and touch, its solidity.

Love of long fingers plaiting hair,

Of laughing childhood on your hip,

Of hugs, of squeezes, human touch.

Smells of breakfast and first rains.

All the things that really matter,

Matter for more than a moment

They’re all about love.

Its shapes and forms, its reincarnations.

Love of sunshine on your winter face,

Of waking to bird song in dewy mornings,

Of shade on heated afternoons.

Sounds of laughter and water.

Kampala 2018