Falling in love with a moment
I fall in love with the way the sea
lays salted glass, garlic cooks in its own skin.
I fall in love with the way new badges sit
on my hat and cardigan wars.
I fall in love with sheltering from rain
in pottery shop doorways.
I fall in love with the place where The Albion was,
a dancefloor of 20-year-olds being 20.
I fall in love with the stage
strewn with words of affection.
I fall in love with 300 running Santas,
a room full of Pacinos.
I fall in love with Leeds Coach Station, Holts pints,
a shared fish supper from Arkwrights.
I fall in love with a blue blanket at sunrise,
a milk-cart rattling by, no sleep.
I fall in love with posh fish finger sandwiches,
patchouli, a chunky jumper.
I fall in love with jukebox corners,
open fires, bar-side chat.
I fall in love with the Lowfield hallway,
the duvet I throw over you, grubby laughter.
I fall in love with tattoo back stories,
a table laid like Game of thrones, tended chili plants.
I fall in love with being first at the party,
a pile of coats, a pigeon pacing between doors.
I fall in love with Castlefield sheep,
an inflated mattress, pints at The Briton’s Protection.
I fall in love with rainy graveyards,
lit BN6 windows, the reassuring weight of a ‘toad’.
I fall in love with ‘Groove is in the heart’ at your graveside,
fabrics of a life, chaos.
I fall in love with beach prosecco in plastic bottles,
bay sunsets, ‘Shining’ carpets.
I fall in love with a pork-pie hat, being twirled,
rail replacement buses, a saved seat at Word Central.
I fall in love with unintended colour-coordination,
your thumbs up to my comedy and night trees.
I fall in love with Go! messages,
homemade soup in Eighth Day, overheard shared jokes with Frank.
I fall in love with lost lyrics, awkward pauses…
…a filling in by fan-song.
Sarah L Dixon’s new book is about being a 90s indie kid. A bit like falling in love, due for publication this summer, has received glowing reviews from indie legends including Jim Bob (Carter) & Ian Dench (EMF).