My thoughts turn with curiosity
back to misty days too long gone,
to the lives of those whose
deep lines led to me and to
what I have become today as
a human ancient and modern.

And I wonder, on this wet and
misty winter morn in the coolness
of the marbled light, what their lives
contained and what tiny secrets
and joys filled the rattling carriage
and the substance of their days

In this, the delicate intricacy
of what formed me up is found,
but there are only the stories and
rumours and fragments once told
and filled with myth and surmise
that keep the mystery disguised.

 

30/6/024