Daydreaming In an old bar-room In white cold Dartmouth, Imagines: ‘Time past and time present Garlic and sapphires Fire and rose.’ Poet’s recall, probably? In the corner He witnesses the smile. Seen before somewhere, Remembered from the Pliocene past. Trinity and Unity; Diamond and Jon; An old bookseller; And a savage bird. Consolidate your thought patterns Young man Mind ream the occupant… Do you remember? Marc says: "I am dead now, you know!" Not now, he replies… In the future. "No such thing!" But you came back, "No, stayed on…" Saw Adam in the garden Saw Christ on the timber Saw Columbus and Hitler "I was away for all that", Says the twisted smile. How’s Elizabeth? Surmising! "I am tired". Sorry! he thinks to him. Not wishing to annoy The ‘Angel…’ God intervened, (After an interval.) The sin was gross, The atonement perfect. He catches the thought "That was me", He boasts. That’s why she called it "Magnificat!" The ‘wise’ had to die For your sin, though! Silence! The analogy stumbles. "OK, OK, so it was a good story?!" He leaves the bar Thankful to be alive, Thankful to have his mind… Unifex wearily sleeps on Mutters to himself. "If it be thy will..." Remembers Cyndia It was a good story! "It was…is…will be…", Says the smile. "It was a damn fine story!" (C)David Spurgeon Dedicated, with respect, to Julian May ************ © David Spurgeon. April 1997.
