Smile
Your smile
Woke something –
Up.
If you knew,
You would hate me:
Being, this, or that –
One thing, or another,
I’m not,
But love,
Mirrored in your smile,
I felt it then.
Sarah Nabarro lives in London with her husband and small daughter. Her poetry has been published in Rue Scribe. Many years ago, she read Social Anthropology at Cambridge University, which is where she first learnt never to assume anything.