Out of Time


Coming out

from under

the hourglass.

No space,

nor time

envelops me.

Something akin

to “free”,

but uncertain

of my agency.

Night full of waves.

Sea full of stars.

Afraid that if I drift out too far,

I’ll lose you

and never find my way

back to you.

We might be able

to lose ourselves

in a moment.

We might be taken away

by the tides,

but there is sometimes,


who is our


pulling us back in

from anywhere,

or anytime.



HG – 2022

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