Time and [unclear: S] are Element and [unclear: d] [unclear: rament]

Photo: P. H. L. Craven

Poem: Jim Horgan

Centre Design:

Stephanie Du Fresne

And time is the element
spaces the flashes
of thinking
about her
whom I
glimpsed in
the half-dark
there on the
up and I was so sure It was here that I crossed to her side (but after she
had passed ) and
I think said
her name
times, (but to
myself,) and
when she turned the next
corner I knew it was her by the way She held her head so and couldn't
have seen me.
because she
would've
had to
look down, and
I think (that's
something Caroline
would certainly never do.

And space is the sacrament
timed to the flash of
her and not
her, and if
I was
sure who
it was I
could not call
out because my words
might not carry a distance which I knew
to be at least infinity, and
then some, so
I went back
to the
flat and
the spent red
candle which
Gay gave and the clock
showing eight, which has, I think, been showing eight ever since. It is my belief
that time stopped
just at eight
o'clock,
when she
didn't see
me there on the
hill's shoulder, crying
that I would always love her.