I am exploring time as if I don’t
know what it is and I don’t.
I am trying to make distances
deeper by slowing down, the instances
of curves and straightaways
not places to get beyond but what may
be lingered in by seeing ahead, around
with a vision and heart and soul sound
with the detritus of time cast aside
like leaves along the roads I ride
with other purposes than a way to get
me to where I’m going now a way to let
me be where I am heading in the right
direction, destination known when the last tight
curve is in the rearview
and I know something of time I never knew.
Hootism: When did we lose our sense of discernment? When we stopped listening with our hearts.