Thirty Four Years On.(Poem)

 
THIRTY FOUR YEARS ON 
 
   I watch fireworks two streets away 
   spring the night of its entrapment 
 
   the way a magician 
   springs a waterfall of coloured flowers 
   from a black top-hat. 
 
   Don't tell me nothing is as it was. 
 
   Distance closes and expands. 
 
   A million year eye-blink calls the light 
   of stars to my reaching fingertips. 
 
   In the dark I am adult and six years old, 
   yearning for a space 
   beyond the scaffold of my bones. 
 
   In a year's time when I am seven, 
   an artery ...