Thirty years or so
Ten thousand days or more ago
To remember the metallic, sky-blue, rover car
To go there without knowing
To return, knowing more
Though still without knowing
A quarter of a million hours ago
Yet not a time
To clock-watch on the telephone
To be there but not be there
In the centre of the storm
Yet still to be there, but not there
Fifteen million minutes
A million fifteen minutes of fame
Fame for one in a million
To be acknowledged
Yet also, to be taken away
Back to that place of thirty years ago
