A Bird

There's a bird
Way up there

Soaring, between me
And the firmament

I think it's a sea gull or
Maybe a raven. A hawk?

It hastens on to the horizon
Inevitably to disappear

That bird is the year, quick and vanishing, or
Is it that I am the year, and the bird me?



-A Flying Hermit

Time Travel

i'm tired this morning.
but that's because I was.
time traveling in my sleep.

i woke up at 5am.
then at 2
then at 7am

i must have seen
another future
and three different pasts

spanning a space
on the time line
is hard work for slumber

and this slumberer
stumbled and mumbled
in a foreign tongue

exhausted from the journey
to and from tomorrow
and yesterday's yesterday.

-A Lumbering Slumbering Hermit