Memories of Willoughby

when I arrived in WIlloughby
bagless,
with nothing but the
clothes on my back, the wind
in my hair,
and the utter transparency
of my words
I heard Cerberus barking
on that lonely platform,
as if in a dream

I couldn’t see and so I gave
two gold coins to the ferryman
Sophia (who is always waiting)
whispered in my ear:
“Did you happen to bring your memories?”