Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Out-a Time

The river gurgles, rushes.
With early melt.

I stand on its banks.
Observing this flow of time.

Keenly aware;
Water runs deep.

Like veins.
Pumping a thinner blood.

Bringing back a childhood memory.
Long lost.

Covered in this grayness
Called age.

I’m like a thawed caveman – awakened
I stand out of time.

I belong to it
I do not.

Time has passed me by as I watched
And now it’s far too late….

K.J.K  03-04-08

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