There is a horrible knot of time
stormed through my mind
it’s an age thing for I can recall when time was my page
then my knight
even my king
it was something I was approaching
that contained everything
I could step into it and feel the stream of possibilities wash over me
past present future childhood siblings parents children husband husband homes jobs friends ambitions ideas hopes dreams executions deliveries failures ruptures fissures seams stitches mendings colors shapes forms plantings diggings blooms deadheads evictions embarrassments shames regrets prides wonders awes the books the paintings the people
time turns into knots twisting back and forth through my mind
anymore
not so horrible
more a wonder