There’s a cobweb on the rear view mirror
of my car,
the outside one so it’s a little mussed up
as you’d expect
in all that turbulence.
A new one goes up every second or third day.
I don’t know what he catches in it
except the past..
Like a passenger facing the wrong way
on a long distance train
he only sees where he’s been.
Maybe there’s a value in that:.
A little nostalgia does no harm.
In fact we revel in it:
costume dramas, westerns like ‘Yellowstone’,
origin stories of super heroes,
the little cobwebs studios weave
to hold our interest.