Memories do not age. How can it be
that the Earth has gone around the Sun
twenty-one times since this young
day in Koblenz? She leans on a rail
that overlooks the river, and sings:
Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein. And says:
'I love this place. Let’s walk along’.
An old man plays a concertina, does
a little awkward dance; we put
three marks in his sailor hat. We go
hand in hand, and pause, and talk
about the Lorelei, and Siegfried’s journey.
It is happening now, though she is gone…
I am here…but it folds away, and leaves
the Sun and Moon to their cold arithmetic.