the past has thrown its net at me
and caught me in its thread
memories of a far off time
go whirling round my head
I do not find it comfortable
in that long forgotten place
with markers of a former life
in another time and space
drag my attention back to now
and remembering what is real
I return to my peaceful place
at the centre of the wheel
Copyright © SB 2008
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