Nothing ever stays the same.
Not a day,
not a place.
Never been too scared to change.
Always seeing the same face
aging day by day.
Some things move
a little bit slower.
Used to think about time
like a winding river,
but now I think
it’s more like the spring
that flows down the mountain.
Like rain,
falling to fill a fountain.
Like to ocean,
one moment still,
the next,
a great, destructive wave.
I see time as everything.
Maybe it’s nothing.
Could be way off base.
A future just a void.
A past life erased.
The morning is just
the light of day,
and time only measures distance,
velocity, and space.
Something about all of this
is slightly out of phase.
Time doesn’t exist
in all places the same,
and that’s okay.
I will drink from
the crystal mountain spring,
throw my pennies
in the fountain
in the rain.
I will swim in the ocean
and feel the power of the waves
as they come to cover every single thing.
A time and place
for everything.
Not just grey in my hair
and lines on my face.
Neither here,
nor there.
One day time won’t be anywhere,
but I will not be around
to care.
DJR – 2023
