The Road Not Taken
The basin water slops
Your wrists and runs off through the waste
Of a billion planets. The mirror
Shows a bewildered face
Lost in the multiplicity of worlds.
The supermarket trolley left
On the railway track has rolled
Through Persepolis and Xanadu
Heavy with silks and gold
Lost in the multiplicity of worlds.
Memories are imaginings
And all are true. The tears
You held back for a lifetime,
The broken matchsticks of the years
Lost in the multiplicity of worlds.
The mascarpone sunset
Over Southport flares
Like eczema. The men
You might have been, the men you were
Lost in the multiplicity of worlds.
K. M. Payne
If you have any comments on this poem, K. M. Payne would be
pleased to
hear them.
