Time As Oracle
by Odin Roark

It sometimes jumps ahead
This thing called time
Leading our hearts
Massaging our minds
Forever the optimist

How little we know her
Her memory often hides
Shadows suit one’s receding light
Its three dimensional essence
Having succumbed to wisdom’s patience
Finally accepting what’s past is past

Time’s present insistence
Offers gentle ushering
Often guarding us with
Options to adhere
Even as the interim
We may not be ready for...

In the end
We may have made a friend
That part of existence
That knows no barrier
No end game
Forever ready
To accompany us
Into the next evolution
The next arc
Fulcrum’s destiny
Pivot’s next juncture

Time waits for no one?

Perhaps we’re wrong

Might duration’s chronology
Be numberless?

Timeless?