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