The turnaround

Sometimes memories
Hang on the wall
For days
And decades
And you think you know them
That was that time
When this happened
And I was that person
You think you know
Until a little detail
Catches your eye
As out of place
Wrong somehow
And you realise
You’ve had it all back to front
And wrong way round
You thought you knew
Yourself even
But the real story
Was facing the wall

(School art, late 70’s)