I'm thinking Pluto Pluto Pluto,
thrilled,
beside myself.
And then I notice things;
brown coins of age on my face the size of ha'pennies.
An hourglass weeping the future into the past
- and I was a boy.
I cry out now in my bath,
shocked and bereaved again
by not quite seeing us all,
half-hearing my father's laugh -
without the help and support of the woman I love
Tangerine soap.
To think of another world out there
in the dark,
unreachable,
We are brought again to the present, with the earlier reference to soap in stanza two, now picked up again because of the identification of the smell. Smell and taste, notably, evoke memories.
Pluto