it was a turning point

a circular poem

it seemed just like any other day: brief,
peaceful even epiphanic moments,
snatched between the demands of busy-ness,
a thirty-mile drive
(we had to get back for half past four).

I could say perhaps
I should’ve made connections,
although perhaps I did
and, realising I was powerless,
dismissed them.

Reading what I wrote at the time,
it’s hard to ascribe
memories to the written words.
Looking back all I can say is
it was a turning point.

I often return
to the events of that day
and when I do they keep going round
and round in my head,
even though at the time



Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor






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