I was lying down in the sofa
thinking over things
when the mind settled in
on a distant place;
it thought of how we used to get across
at a particular junction
and it produced pictures
from many angles
of the road, the lights and the people -
and in a flash I was there
in this far away place.
Then I was suddenly in a dark tube
and it took me a while
to slip out of this tricky mind
and I was right here.
Right here
in a specific time
and specific circumstance.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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