Time is visible here

Time is visible here

It both grows and ages

Off of the canvas it

Is still turning pages

Day after day passing

Tangents merely touching

But concentric rings are

Expanding and muching 

The World is seeping in

The World is seeping in

It seems to never sleep

The sadness and its joys

Not long for us to keep

We press on and hold hands

Make it better for few

Why must we be strangers

We grow old yet seek new 

The golden light is near

The golden light is near

Impressionistic paint

Like a stained glass window 

Or halo of a saint

The sycamores waiting

Crickets and katydids

Provide the swan song for

The summer and its kids

Remember Vietnam

Remember Vietnam

Draft numbers by birthday

Happy to thoughts and prayers

Candle wish to mayday

Random numbers decide

Is my brother listed

Who wins this lottery

Emotions all twisted

In a lake of thoughts

In a lake of thoughts

Ontario for now

In the plunge for meaning

Beyond the present bow

Intimacy changing

Still sharing the one coat

Patinas of aging

And the feelings that float

Brown pelicans diving

Brown pelicans diving

Like crashing kites on sand

The must of survival 

Fragility of and

The genetics of us

Elephant memory

Even in our sleep we

Sense our nest family

A steel plate and traffic

A steel plate and traffic

Like a stethoscope sound

Irregular heartbeat

Cars rushing to leave town

Holding breath at red lights 

Like a swimming pool dive

On green lights they surface

With a random honk, drive