A tiny boat for one,
floats to where it must
Upon that nudging cue
and the faintest of all touch

It smells the same,
feels no different
As the clocks reverse
and the meanings deepen

Present looks like future,
but quite unlike that night
When in the moment I had sunk
into a thickly moving time

Music, love, rains, mirrors -
why do you play?
Games that I never master,
although I practice every day