SELECTED POEMS

Travelling Time

I.

now the scientists are saying
time travel doesn't have to be
fiction anymore

space
like dough
worked through by a woman's fingers

ball stretched to a length, until the middle
gapes with air:

hole in time, through which we might
enter another's history
nothing will be the same again

by Lydia Kwa
from The Colours of Heroines (1994)

 

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