a train flew forward;
green fields, bright clouds, backward
- inside – blue seats vibrated
and the end of a black pen tilted.
Memory flew backwards
- old Mum, wooden school desk, Dad –
and his longing bellied forward
through anger, joy and fear, sadness,
forward and back from that sunlight into grey fog,
from this moment of - a very second
hurtling into time-space onward
away from a time unsullied
(now in an aching carriage)
and a future fully loaded.