A roadtrip is best
Without clear destination
Without a timeline
I feel it
Creeping up
From behind
Feel it
Entering me
Affecting me
But in the mirror
The effects of time
Are too subtle
Too slow
Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?
In this precious slice
Of time allotted
I record her beauty
With all my skill
Layer upon layer
Of silt
Of time
Accumulating
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories
O’er gentle time
In nature’s flow
The lightest rain
Must downward go
Each wave believing
It will roll on forever
When I return
To pick them up
They are no longer
The same moments
