On the Kindred Ship

 

 

 

On the Kindred Ship

 

When is it proper to welcome time;

Is it when it sails in

And becomes – present;

Or perhaps when it is passed

And glancing at its wake – past

 

Should one; can one see either view

As neither an old tale to be retold

Nor as the indomitable now -

Where every moment was never

And will never be – forever

 

What is found in life’s seas;

Is it what one knows or what one sees;

Where what we are; is what we were

And what we were; is what we will be –

Which dimension is real if there is no - time

 

And, if all the oceans are but one

Pool where life and death are currents

That flow and swirl in endless time

So that all futures are as all pasts

Then the one thing; the only thing

is the empty vase holding nothing – that is left.