Time Shadows
It is only an instant in time and space,
those footsteps floating above the sand
beneath the small eclipse,
tiny grains of past memories
patiently enduring as shadows
searching for today’s relevance.
For some, the grounding is never found.
For others, once planted, shadows are forever reminders.
For most, careless stumbling has become but a habit,
and the passage of shadow, large and small,
continues everyday migration
across dwindling synaptic reality,
into the erosion of time.
Time knows.
Time waits.
Time shadows never disappear.
Yet for some the past becomes a forgotten existence,
unaware Time’s perpetual clock has nowhere to go but forward…
with us.
Ron
budd