Moments Like These

by Emma Rowley

Let’s go back to the moments
you get four-ish times a year,
when you’re laughing and you’re sugar-filled,
and suddenly your life has turned from semi-skimmed
to full-fat milk, the ones where you wonder
how the melodies of worry could survive
in this beautiful orchestra of joy
and companionship, consciousness sitting
behind your laughter-filled ears,
and you wonder at your normal self,
who always seems to care so much about
everything. Surely it could live here,
in this place of unthinking life,
where your looks and your dignity,
the elegance you crave in the mirror
can finally leave, and you realise
why anyone does anything,
for moments like these.