Time Flows

I am 72 sitting on the terrace
Of the Emperor Trajan’s forum
While Carol wanders about room
To room looking through different
Eyes than mine seeing what I miss,
She tells me a broken statue has
Some of my features and I reply
I hope she does not find one
With all my features intact.
Time flows here like a
River that twists and
Turns through space
Constantly moving,
Some times the
River of time
Loops back
On itself
Which
We
Call spirits
Or coincidence
Or deja vu or else
Attribute to whatever
Deity or philosophy we
Care to adhere to at the
Time and place it loops.
We are such frail and
Limited little beings
Whose nascent
Perspective is
Narrow so we
Do not panic
At the vast
Immensity
In which
We live
Our
Day-to-day
Lives unaware
Of all that transpires
Around us each day we
Go to work eat our
Meals and sleep
To catch a tiny
Glimpse of
What is
About
Us.
Pray
You do
Not see
What magic
Swirls about us,
A blind man does not
Need to see the wind to
Feel it then it is just so with
What transpires beyond
The tip of our nose as
We reach for a white
Hanky while ships
Collide at sea
And in space
Burning in
The dark
Night
Over
And
Under stars.