by Richard Vince
He taught me early how to
Subvert the form: turn straight lines
Into triangles, pick a destination to
Disguise where you’re really going,
Make the journey the end
And places the means.
My memories are of mist,
Of stepping gently back in time,
Of the lush greenery that
All that rain became.
Eventually, I began to draw
My own shapes, expanding
The repertoire by learning
All manner of geographical geometry,
Widening my sphere by allowing
Ideas to grow their own solutions.
But it all began with
A ticket that made no sense
To a small town I never visited,
And a return journey which did not
Leave me where I began.
Posted on 08/16/2020
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