Time Travels

(By Sil, the 27th of July, 2010, Romania)

Overlooked
Shifting luggage
Smuggled aboard
Overhanging hangover
Of a different ball
The door forced shut
Memory pound small

How eager Nostalgia
Irons out the
Creased, yellowed fabric
Of lived in life
Into a sensuous
Constructed shape
Not the dour Reality drape

No good
Measuring years by
Pounds gained
Or innocence lost
I tell myself
Lost in the innocence
Of the
Mirror-played
“I’m not growing up”
Game

Every now and again
I return
To a beach
Where love threw
Bitter-sweet apples
My way

I long to
Run fingers
Through Youth’s
Luscious mane
But as I watch my son
Refract
In the pierced
Water membrane

Abandoned by time,
And insane
I throw
Still many more seconds
Away