You are… by Maggie SWW
You are the sand
between visiting toes,
You are a house-martin
hurriedly searching for straw and mud for his nest,
You are an untidy brick
jutting out of a large, modern wall,
You are a pencil
refusing to sharpen,
You are an athlete
jumping energetically over metre-high hurdles,
You are the distance between hope and hatred,
You are the bolts on a chest,
too rusty to budge,
You are the distinctive smell,
of my Dad’s morning coffee,
You are the distance between 1 and 2,
You are the familiar English taste
of a fresh, salty fish ‘n’ chips,
You are the you that you are.
I love this sentence You are the distinctive smell, of my Dads morning coffee. By India