#385 - capsule

 

19.i.21

385

2.19

capsule

 

we see them where they were

because each to own now

flicker out and back in

 

most natural thing in the world we are

and ask the year, the date, the why

 

we can deliver warnings

stay somewhere safe when the war will be

not London in the blitz or my time  

I can’t explain, you won’t be there

 

in the parlour children playing

never see us strangers

or notice the coming going

we wait for the radio in those days

a future from the air or none

 

there are two kinds of characters

here and

those who know, won’t

memory

 

nothing I tell must change a thing

but this is the butterfly’s tilt

 

everyone is distracted by time

and most of all themselves

fascination of shoes for instance

but I’m guessing there

 

if my father, then a ghost

fails to return

so a mother’s grief

each to own now

 

bakelite and the magic eye

 

we twiddle

 

to travel

we take the pillow road

heads stuffed with our own day

 

who’ll remember the visitings

when ones to be come to us

as they must have

 

one forgets to mark the question

 

it’s where we were sunlit

so saw only blinding

truth - no need of saying it

here now

and flickering gone

 

most natural thing in the world