I lie in the sun like a sheep in its wool,
Time has run into a pool...

I've come here
Long after I was meant to
And everyone's gone,
Or I'm too early
By more than a thousand years

I flatten the prickly grass,
Writing, not bothering to cross out -
Time has run into a pool
And in that stillness so green and cool
There's only... the school

Bell for lessons ringing,
Ringing, ringing

I drift over the field like a ghost in a dream,
And glance back - to prove I exist -
At my flattened shape in the grass.