‘on weekend getaway in an airstream’

airstream in kent

i often wonder
which ordinary moments of our getaways
will stay with them into their own adulthood
the candy smell of roasted marshmallows
the chirps and tweets of morning birds
the sound of fire crackling and spitting
reading harry potter
in evening woollen layers soaked in smoke
the sleeping all of us together
the comically loud snoring of the littlest one
shaking up the airstream and fields afar
the fairy lights enchanting
the ‘let’s have nutella toast for breakfast
and watch a film in a still warm bed’
meeting new people and their pets
running towards the sun
to catch it shimmer as it plunges
inevitable bickering exchanges
close quarters living does beget
waking up to no plans
the novelty of an outdoor
old red telephone box shower
the moment we are at home
sad and happy it is all over
i often wonder
which ordinary moments
of our getaways
will stay with them
into their own adulthood