mind the gap #II
distance
as a measurement of time
between then and when
between now and once
because it’s all gone
and what’s not gone
is going
drawn as I was, once more,
to a celluloid dream,
to a hero’s journey,
in which youthful understandings
are still, half remembered, to be found,
resting safely in between familiar frames
and so the stories
were stories
I found bits
of me in
it wasn’t an innocent and uncomplicated time
but it was a time when I
was innocent and uncomplicated
and there were trains and shadows
and longing and libraries and daffodils
and inns and gypsies
and windows and mirrors
and mice and men
and far too much snow
and all on the string-thread lead
of a balalaika surprise
but it’s all gone
and what’s not gone
is going
as it ever was