sitting,
waiting for the wake to take my mind away
to sail it to a place to slip the time of day
and find a way to place the time behind us,
remind us of a day when reminders
could remind us of the times when time was timeless
and the lines were straight as circles and the sun,
the beginning has begun and the end was
always one that we pretend would never come
but we would wind it up and play it just for fun.