Time telescopes at the bend in the river
thirty years ago
if a day
an up-the-river ramble and a sausage sizzle
cooking marshmallows by the fire
the coppiced trees aren’t taller
but I swear the island of stones has grown
alluvial deposits from the last Ice Age if you think of it
12,000 years to tumble down to here.
We say we grow old but we just spin and swirl in time’s current
buoyed along and eddying
to be deposited on sleeping shores
while the river ripples whispering
nevermore and yet
a something and a nothing.
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I went for a walk yesterday by the river close to where I grew up, and I realised I probably hadn’t walked that particular path in 30 years. It’s such a strange feeling when time telescopes like that: almost like you’ve found a wormhole in the fabric of space-time. Because for that one moment, nothing has changed in all those years, and yet (almost) everything has.
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