Wilderspool Causeway

Groggy, as if woken from jet-lagged sleep,
I couldn’t remember where everything was
or what I’d forgotten: phone, card, keys
or whatever’s behind disjointed memories,
but wisteria muddled the monkey-puzzle
outside a house by the roundabout.
Somehow the mind was clarified by colour
or at least spurred on by what it could grasp,
something unlike what is next to pass
of unordered permutations of the past.