Time

~ Time spins within

From then to now

From once to forever

'Round bits of miniscule pieces of me, you, us

Time stirs winds, internal hazes ~

Eyes feel a tinge of time, wet with weathered memories

Memoires that could be a musty, stale, page turner discovered

Years from now in a back street book store, second-hand or third

Never read, just tossed from palm to bin 'cause

Old doesn't stick to the tongue

Old doesn't sit well on the palate of our in-between-ness,

Time fires up, like the rusty woodstove, filling the dank as

Warm flames creep between the cracks of our most buried pain

Dusty we return to a comfortable spot, our favourite perch to hide

From Time comes spits of ache, failures, regret and longing blended

A stew of life, well seasoned, our unique secrets, a dash of spice, a pinch

Of love, lust, loss, a heap of hurt, a handful of lessons all tucked away like

A grandmother of recipes in no particular order, old tools gone rusty

Stashed in the far back, the way back of an unused barn where sun breaks

Speckled with dusty light, splintered with remembered sounds of tinkering

Time is spinning as we reminisce, as we contemplate our next meal, as we

Procrastinate, rejuvenate, always later- sometimes never.

~ Time spins within

From then to now

From once to forever

'Round bits of miniscule pieces of me, you, us ~

Clocking hours, returning within to eternal showers, locked

Inside of our flesh, our caged soul no one knows, no one, what really

Makes a memory bleed like an internal haemorrhage from Time to

Time we rise again from our comfort zone, restoke the fire, add a spark

Wandering from our aloneness which seethes with discomfort, recognising

Death is on our tail we revive the now, we recognise something good

Averting our thoughts toward lighter times, diversions from unsettling

Seconds, minutes, visions, dreams: knees creek, leathered feet make

Smaller steps, there is no running from ourselves until our Time is upon us

~Time spins within

From then to now

From once to forever

'Round bits of miniscule pieces of me, you, us ~