Travelling backwards
The train rolls on
And I continue my journey -backwards.
I am sitting here facing with my back to the direction of travel
(its meant to be safer in the event of a crash)
Ironic
I am travelling forward, facing the past
I've had to leave my mate
Somewhere in a port in Scotland
I've run out of time
And couldn't continue our adventure
Home summons me,
Sues embraces and the children's laughs and cuddles.
I resume the longer voyage; and as much as I love and accept that journey
I look forward to my next adventure
We shall not cease from exploration
And at the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
(but heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.)
From TS Elliot Four quartets