Strangely limited by human senses,
and stretched surreally by the morning,
she extends her awareness
to feel Time.

an ache begins
to know how we can be
earthy eye cannot pierce
cannot see
the strain to capture
an ethereal beam
quivers and shivers
chasing a sun
into contracting past
reflects the moment
but can’t make it last
where is time?

She eases back,
and checks another direction.

the beat begins
a booming heart
the earth expands
blood departs
ears strain to hear
what next will be
vibrations resound
to cosmic pound
she cannot see
cannot see
how we can be
what is time?

The vision closes,
Time has gone on.

the breath of life
spattering free
influx of matter
drowns in the sea
she cannot hide
cannot see
flesh blinds her sight
paining her mind
spiraling down
she hits the ground
and wonders
how is time?

Once again, Time eludes her grasp.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/1/03