A Day in my Life
by Robin Fulton Macpherson
Early in the day
I met myself in 1939.
He stood in the driveway and his left hand
was resting on a Cocker Spaniel´s head.
He looked up but I couldn´t say for sure
if he noticed me.
Later in the day
I arrived home and struggled with the door
In a North Sea gale. The words I said were
«White horses on the fjord. The door blew shut.»
but the voice that spoke the words was father´s