The Enigma Of Arrival Poem by John a'Beckett

The hop of a girl skipping through her hoop
is monumental and her shadow huge. Torino’s
suddenly deserted with its train endlessly arriving.
because it always will. Her hoop is hopped
and Time has stopped.
Things ooze into a noon applied like ointment
punctual for the lack of a particular appointment

As if in Giorgio De Chirico's brush, each stroke
a passing mood becomes a permanent emotion;
and only in as much as they persist
do things exist
as if our being somehow always and already here
but needing also to arrive at our survival
is in this map of mood, enigma of arrival.