travelling North –
the old road North has been bypassed,
and the new road is a series of roundabouts.
[a tear in my eye]
travelling North –
thoughts skipped without interruption
and the ‘narrator’ did not seem hesitant!
travelling North –
every song on the radio
was the harmony of two girls singing.
travelling North –
I found no road-block to time-passing
and without understanding why,
I jestured two-fingers to:
“Consciousnes Explained”[1]
travelling North –
I revisited familiar gateways,
that no longer lead to a past.
[a tear in my eye]
travelling North –
I heard voices,
first heard in homes of my youth –
nothing could be more real.
[a tear in my eye]