Just a moment

Where were we where the twisted trees

Arched open, and we were in the light,

Suddenly, blinking? It must have been afternoon

And it was Italy because the pillars

Led down to an archway, framing a statue.

The shadows were so sharp edged

And the sun was like a great bright weight.

I don’t know why it came back, it wasn’t important.

We go through life alone

And memory is fragile and crumbles

Like pine must underfoot

Like the smell of pines and hot dust

On that afternoon long ago. Where was it?

Was it you who was with me? Do you remember?


25th September 2017