I feel it here among us, aching swell of time

departing, creating, folding

tucking away old memories

like used up wash cloths

wiping clean, minds meant for tomorrow

Or are you like me and so many,

we feel this gasping and fading breath of the past

as the world around us pulls away?

the great and imposing field,

life-time, life-past

looming mercilessly in our dreams.

Those who did not wish to be left to eternity

are kept forever in the dream-art

of philosophs.

Are we as well meant to perish under the heaving push

of human expansion?

I wouldn’t think so!

This calamatus nature, it cannot help but grasp

at it’s own beautiful creation,

such that we all are.