1.
Time is a wheel
and we are on it.
We are on it.
2.
2.
Please note
the delicacy of this motion.
For it is not with a gusting
thrusting weight,
nor with a bustling, hustling fervor
…no.
Rather:
quietly,
unassumingly,
it enters.
No announcement.
No word.
3.
3.
It is the pure spin of a blue jay’s wing,
weightless,
midair,
contemplating nothing.
It is a bird, frozen in time,
yet soaring forward
as we all tend to do.
As we all tend to do.
