Where would you be if time existed,
Only as a tick of the clock,
Not the church bells, not the echoes.
What if everything no longer
Everything yet to be
Everything at this moment
What if all of it
All in a single snap of your fingers,
There
To be witnessed,
To be the subject of your awe.
Who are we becoming
When we inch forward
Always greater than who we had been yesterday
We are memory
Learning the same language
Riding the same rusty bicycle
Walking over the shadows of the same steps, pacing
We are nature’s stamp on the line,
Where there is nothing but space
For more of you
Ballooning forward,
And in all other directions
Always taking,
Always taking that step
From this point to the one someplace ahead.