I met a transient man the other day,
He looked discerningly average with a hint of surreal,
He was real,
As much as real can be,
He was ripples of time in the form of a man,
Not travelling time but aware of time travelled,
Life seemed no longer secluded,
My memories unravelled,
He’s seen what’s coming and he’s seen what’s past,
He told me the human race would last,
He spoke of us from an objective perspective,
If I didn’t know better I’d say even protective,
I pondered gently as to where he has been,
Where he comes from and what he has seen,
I thought my encounter was all about him,
Slowly I’m realising I’m rebuilding kin,
We’ve met up before in this long scattered plan,
I think that's because I’m a transient man.

wM