I took the photograph above in North West London in 1996 with a non-digital camera . Our deaf rescue cat Joshua was sitting on the window sill and the photograph ended up as a double exposure when the film got stuck.
We moved north to Cumbria in 2002 before heading further north to the Scottish Highlands in 2010. I wrote the poem below during a trip down south, when I was back in a familiar corner of London to attend a seminar.
Back in NW3
The cold grips my lungs and my heart skips a beat
when I feel the soft dent of old footsteps
my eyes catch a translucent reflection
of my younger self twenty-four years ago.
This much younger me walks by from right to left
her vibrancy awakens and pulls me
out of the station into Finchley Road
reuniting me with a forgotten friend.
Small sparkling lights lift the veil of illusion
between then and now as if they are one
when she turns right to where I used to live
and I turn left to where I am staying now.
© Xenia Tran
(first published in Lapidus Quarterly, Winter 2007, Vol. 2 Issue 3)
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