Snow Day
The camera in the other room points and clicks
a photo of Gulliver, as he travels along the TV screen
through an 18th century made charming
by the special effects of the great Ray Harryhausen.
A twinkly music peeps through the door – as if to offer
a personal hello, by way of its friendly familiarity.
I think Memory was considered the ultimate Muse
because it turned even the Ancients on
to the charms of the Retro. Inspired this way
they could get busy inventing the Neo –
where all that was got to return, only in a better,
shinier form, as if the light of the present sun
released the once was from its past duties —
even the seeming obligation
to a tragically limited duration
