When I awoke
a brand new planet
Had been given a name -

this Home I'm in,
it has the same soap suddenly;
so, washing my hands,
I'm thinking Pluto Pluto Pluto,
thrilled,
beside myself.

And then I notice things;
brown coins of age on my face the size of ha'pennies.
An hourglass weeping the future into the past

- and I was a boy.

I cry out now in my bath,
shocked and bereaved again
by not quite seeing us all,
half-hearing my father's laugh -
without the help and support of the woman I love

Tangerine soap.
To think of another world out there
in the dark,
unreachable,
of what it was like.