I remember being there
I remember not being there
I transport myself
One way then the other
From the present to the past
With a simple, but effective
Forgetfulness about the future
Ice creams will be
The abiding memory
That, and the scent
Of the flower in the meadow
Whose beauty
I know now to have left behind
Lost in that wondrous moment
I am there again now
As I sip my Americano
As I nibble at my currant teacake
I am sat beside those old buildings
Old structures here as there
But here given a new purpose
Which could also happen there
Reclamation and regeneration
To find a place of calm
To develop a sanctuary
Where a retreat life
Could be followed
With some integrity
With some gusto
