Every now and again
I leave enough room in my brain
For new insight to come in.
I dont know if I do it consciously
In fact I know its subconsciously.
And then – memories just descend on me……..
My best friend many years ago
was the caretakers daughter
of Brighton Cemetery.
I spent days and weekends there.
Very at home.
My mother thought I was a ‘little’ mad
Which also wasn’t ‘new’.
I still remember discussion about George, the ghost
who lived there with them.
We used to go out till ridiculously early in the morning
and cruise home
to the comfort of the cemetery.
Every time I drive past
I recall how much fun we had
Must have known a past life thing