Departure Gate

Departure Gates

Remember that when you return

you use departure gates.

 Contemplating ancient concerns;

all those never too lates.

Clockwise anti-backwards

 turn the astral night skies.

Counter whirl minutes westwards;

riffling stacked memories.

Remember that when you return

tunnelled, through tubes and pipes

fast forwarding backwards to the past,

you bear the baggage and the gripes.

Where here, burdened in this place,

sensing only yourself as real,

those who touch in frown your face

must flee your ghost in haste.

Remember that when you leave,

through arrivals you are born.

With travelled, returning hopeful face

well-lined and rip knee’d torn.

Decisions that were patches sewn

with expediencies’ threads,

have rendered you as lost recall;

 you can never now come home.