Spring in Oxford
I sat in my garden with just an orange bikini top, a yellow cotton sarong, a straw hat, and my Audrey Hepburn sunglasses. Cloudless skies, direct sun - but only for an hour, before the clouds moved in from nowhere.
Spring actually arrived a bit earlier than today. On Monday, I went to Oxford and met a six-month old boy named Jake. He drizzled his saliva all over my face while tugging at my hair, as I held his solid body in my arms. I had played the organ at his parents' wedding almost six years ago. And I never thought one day I would be holding their first born.
On the way there, I wrote the following poem:
Fields of yellow
Blue skies over
From a bridge
4 May 2001 London