A time half remembered, when nature’s clock
Was slow and measured, the cushions velvet.
Chocolate melted in my mouth, the lock
On the door dissolved. I knew the secret
Of turning rough paper and reading words
On the page; black like tiny deciphered
Ants. It was like learning private passwords.
With home I became more than enamoured.
Yet times have changed. Time changed the meaning set
On friendship, dates in a diary, drifting boats
On a lake. The distance cannot be met.
It is in this time that context only floats.
The past is an oasis returned to,
Where I celebrate the life I once knew.
© Liz Ward, 2010.
Cats and Chocolate 