I want to stand in History’s shadow

and place the aged and disfigured photograph

of a previous voyage next to one

taken today,

the same spot, the same pose and perhaps

the same smile from bright blue eyes,

but withered by Time, the crunch back position

held aloft by determination and bugger it attitude;

I want, I desire, covet in all its glory

to stand where history’s shadow once fell

and see the world from that angle

once more.

 

From that crooked display of fighting Time,