the past draped about us like a cloak
after diana khoi nguyen
the present tied tightly to our feet like skates
the future sliding underneath
and out in front
and out behind
and all around
like a body of water somewhere cold
turning to ice
layer by layer
eventually thick enough
to hold it all
Made me remember skating on Lake Idlewild after all those layers got thick enough to hold us. But so much more here with the layers of reality holding us up.
so many layers, so many realities. i was picturing just the seen that you described though i don’t actually have any memories of skating on a lake.