Floating

Slip sightless into time's true entrance...

Be with time, alone in time.
It is an art
 this journey with time
the companion who has translated
 everything we have known

into earthly form.  

Even so, time is only one way to travel.

There are others. Like fallen leaves
they littered the land before it became
flat then round then flat again

 as we nailed down the ends of the world

called it civilization and came to recognize
 only those thoughts
which followed one after the other

and were easily translated into words.

...this is only difficult when I search for a beginning

when I search for a time
when this was not so.

...