There is a place
In my mind
Where time
Melting - into an endless moment
Stretches out
A gently inclining road
That rolls over
The flat bands of grass
To a point
Where it meets
The overhanging sky.

There is no end.
Only this journey.

And it does not need
To bromate through the cold spells
Or wait for the perfect moment.

It does not cling
To things
The way we do
Bending our lives
Into the shapes
Of our hurts.

It only flows.