A Sports' Jacket on Parnell Street

Sports' jacketed, with the leather patched elbows, looking all set for the academic life, perhaps a little beard and a couple of pens in the upper pocket, it is Parnell Street and the weather is winter, and I catch a glimpse of the past in an unforseen moment. And there is a different person in the garb, and I remember the glasses and the gait and the way I was affected then, and I am looking on the sixties in the numbers of the years. I think of now and I think of then and the space between made greater by the succeeding years, life becoming mistier by the thought and the time and the discomfort of uncertainty.