Strolling through the past I remember
remembering. So this image stands
even when years have gone. What time it is
I don’t know, something between coming and going,
between day and night
midnight for instance.
Space has no plural and time
no number and yes it is good
to know the more the better
Summoned to gather
those coming and those going
now too early, then too late,
here all trains stand at the gate.