I think of time moving forward
Ever so slowly
I think of time standing still
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories
As if it were
A measurement
Of change
Of flux
As if it flowed
All around
The objects
I loved
And changed them
And then I watch
A hummingbird
Feeding
On my sister’s porch
I try to see time
In the flapping of its wings
A blur to my eye
A minutiae of
Periodic adjustments
To the hummingbird
I watch the snail’s
Interminable progress
And cannot imagine
Time moving so slowly
And then I realize
That time
Is a useful fiction
For a mind demanding
Progress
Change
Movement
Growth
But presence
Is not a matter of time
Nor is now
This moment
Being and
Non-being
Exist in all time
And in no time
But all time
And no time
Are perceived
Only in non-being
It is being
Which requires
One moment
And the next
It is being
Which remembers
One moment
And the last
It is being
Which loses
Non-being
In time
It is non-being
Which understands
That time is an illusion
In which I manifest being
And in manifesting being
I create a second illusion
Of space
And matter
And separation
In non-being
I exist in non-time
At one
In a singular infinity
Horseshoe Bay looking toward Bowen Island
Howe Sound
From the Sea to Sky Highway
British Columbia, Canada, 2016
All the poetry I write this month can be found here.