If there was truth to linear time,

I wouldn’t know you when we wake up tomorrow

 

The Sun would rise on seemingly its own agenda

the moon would come unexpectedly

 

The landscape of your skin would be new with every touch

and the sound of your voice different every time

 

If there was truth to linear time,

Perhaps it would be easier to rest in the now

 

Every second on the clock’s face would have a story to tell

but no one would return to listen

 

We’d leave them alone

blinded by the shine of the next moment’s pass

 

Photo: Janusz Leszczynski