Say goodbye

When do you begin to say goodbye
is it already built into hello
when do you begin to leave
is it the moment you arrive
when does life begin to end
is it with the very first breath

The circle around the center

The circle around the center
was at the bottom of my top
the empty space was calling
but it wasn’t in my thought

The direction of my motion
was an arrow through my heart
the damage from the hand of time
was playing out their part

Could there be a stranger way
to hurtle through this space
when the ship has no direction
and the driver has no face

I thought I found my voice at last
but still it wasn’t clear
did the source and purpose come                                                                                              from out of love or out of fear

I walk through the gallery

Walking through the gallery
of faces over time
I stop and look
and think yes I was him
I remember him
but where is he now
the carpenter the runner
the bold naive traveller
the father the son
the immune and the invisible
others I shake my head
surely I was never that
then I reach the end of the hallway
and see a face so strange
I stare full of questions
until I realise this is a hall of mirrors
who do I see wrinkled and grey
face of a battlefield
scars of pain
my eyes are looking and looking
for the next face

At the rocky edge of time

The dangerous practice
of living at the rocky edge
of everything
can bring sudden changes
of space and time
the six sided glass elevator
without buttons or doors
often carries passengers
who wave their arms and shout
as they spot the places
where they thought they were going
let me off here drop me off there
you can hear them
up and down back and forth
but there are no buttons
there are no doors