A Week Of Moments - Ian Anderson

A week of moments — a clutch of days —

Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play

Medley of quavers informs the tune

It’s all too much: over all too soon

Sweet condensation on chilling wine

Traveler’s palm, flamboyant tree

Fast photos ripped and lost consign

A week of moments to faint memory

A week of moments plucked from the page

Found far horizons, a sunset stage

Suitcases bulge, in silence packed

A chapter closed: no looking back

The lightest touch upon my arm

No fierce restraint, no call to stay

Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king

With pool attendants in chess piece array