I don’t know

maybe it was a potion

Or something.

Anyway, it happened

One moment here

Next, gone!

And I found myself


The weird thing was

there was more of me than ever.

But still,

I ceased to exist.

Well, I puzzled and puzzled over it

after all……

I had time on my hands.

Passing like a ghost

into crowded rooms.

I wanted  to shout

I am here

I am here!

But it made no difference.

Nothing made any difference.

So I stood

between one world and the next.

Confused by the past

afraid of the future.

Watching at the window

waiting by the door.


By Fiona Lochhead    June 2003