Time changes.
Early morning flights.
Memories of things
that have never happened,
in places I have never been.
Check the time.
Am I mountain,
or east coast?
Doesn’t matter.
The bartender
in the airport lounge
serves anyone
who sits down.
We’re in a nexus point,
set outside of space-time.
Ask myself,
Where do I really want to go?
Break free of the current time line
and see
just what hides beyond the gate.
I remember
the moon
out over the water.
I remember
the sound of your laughter.
I don’t know
what is real
and what is not.
Whether this is the present,
or some other future.
The possibility
of past lives,
or concurrent ones
begins to hang over me,
until the bartender
ask me if I want another.
I decline.
Say “Thank you”
and pay my tab.
I have another flight to catch.
I have a future
out there.
Somewhere,
I have a home.
DJR – 2023
