Watching a piece of ‘contemporary History’ on TV
which happens to include those same places you
grew up in is almost delusory; yes, th’ coastline’s
the same as waves in your memory with features
you surfed brooding on legendary beaches - was
there anything you missed back then - and who’ll
remember better when you try recalling whose or
whether ideas were merely words describing that
undeniable pleasure of simply being there to see
It was an age ago - and you grew into another of
contemporary machinations with the space to try
something more than whatever was ‘dramatised’
a draft escapee - there’s just simple delight in its
manifestation - & knowing we weren’t’ victims of
tall tale’s related justification makes it our sanity
© 19 May 2016, I. D. Carswell
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