poem of the day May 10 

Like all things fluid

time jingles 

around itself

moving at

the speed of light

appearing

disappearing

into and out

of human consciousness

where mortal minds

full of self delusion

pretend to distort time 

to their own fancy

sometimes

standing still

almost frozen

mired in 

the past fog

of yesterday

only to instantly

leap forward

trapped in

a crystal  ball

of an imagined future

but seldom 

living time

in the reality

of the waves 

of each moment