If you could go anywhere,
why not choose
an ordinary yesterday?
Take your pick of countless
unremarkable days
scattered across a lifetime.
I’d sit back,
present in the past,
glad of its company.
The patter of radio DJs.
PG Tips and Rich Tea.
Putting the world to rights.
And then,
I’d come home,
leaving the past
just as I remember it.
I might even pick
this very Tuesday.
Coaxing this very poem
to life in a cosy café
in Melbourne.
(Derbyshire, not Down Under.)
Category: Creating