Time passes like a stream in which one stands.
How strange and beautiful! Life goes by
In moments that run through one's open hands,
Real in ways that none can clarify,
Though like a dream that only seems to be.
Yet every moment is eternity.
So might one commandeer what life commands,
Infinite beyond all how or why,
X upon a calm and windless sea.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.