“..the true name of eternity is Today.”
–Philo
through yet another door
into yet another field
flowers flow around you
like a stream around a rock
yet it is you that moves
through yet another door
into yet another field
each moment each step
brings you yet again
to yet another door to open
to let time flow through
carrying you along like a bee
dancing from flower to flower
from field to field until all
that you ever were has vanished
and all the doors snap shut
without so much as a sigh
to mark your passage there
you fool yourself to think
as do we all each day
that you are rock not water
that you have time to change
that you have time as if time
can be held close can be
saved for yet another time
can be more than the sliver
between the then and when or
even can be at all no more
than yet another step
into yet another stream
through yet another door
into yet another field
full of flowers blooming again
(May 1, 2016)
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