Time is a funny thing

allowing its work only to be seen

once it has long passed

our human predicament is such

that we must navigate deftly

chartsmen on the high seas

alone at times

and blinded by the darkness of night

turning our bodily vessels through the changing swells

and the water changes us

the time alters our perceptions

our reactions



too long alone

to be together

but the memory harkens back

like a blanket across the points in this narrative

we are connected

and disconnected simultaneously

blinking lights

navigating the landing path

but the bird soars


and the sailor is alone again

the seas swell

and a moment disappears

once more beneath the depths

and the water erases an image

once burning.


About binaryLady

Front-End Wiz and Full stack developer

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