I have a photograph of my father 

Sitting on a bench at Evercreech Junction 

He is reading Ulysses

Leopold Molly Stephen and all 

Mabel and Mabel’s sister 

Are casting indecent glances 

In his knowing direction 

He is blind to their narrow eyes

My mother took this photograph 

I was shadow hidden in a pram 

Then without remembrance 

This gives me a warmth  

As I can now trespass quietly

Into the past 

Into a country

That no longer exists