Image: a railway platform with the words MIND THE GAP painted for the
benefit of those alighting from the train, so that the letters are upside-down
from the perspective of those waiting to board the train.
Now is the season for journeys home by train
(it has been too long)
My thoughts turn to my destination:
I am anticipated—longed for, even—
I am loved,
but am I known? Not fully, no
for I have changed.
‘My, how you’ve grown!’ the grown-ups used to say,
until our outward growth is done;
yet I grow still,
grow, as a tree upon the headland stands,
both sentinel and sign, my limbs
make visible the prevailing wind.
And should they seek who I once was
then I may not be found at all;
and should I fall in with their search,
all is in vain.
Passengers a-lighting,
please mind the gap
between who you have been (and may yet be)
and your true self.
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