I visited a church

Which was illuminated

From within

I caught a bus

From a bus stop

That did not exist

I searched for a station

On a closed line

And found no trains

I met a refugee

Who had been adopted

By a local family

As a future actress

Had once been welcomed

Before the war

Nothing had changed

The village was the same

As it had always been

Although time decay

Had slowly roughened its edges

As I travelled towards a city

I realised that for a hour

That I had become part

Of a worn tradition

A tradition that would never fade