swimming in it

our time is a curved horizon that curves until it doesn’t

i swam in my time resisting the urge to paddle 

a hundred thoughts churned and each limb itched to move

i sank in my time and a memory came of a loud clock in a silent room - the smell of the dust of old things 

and then the relief of a TV too loud and time being just what’s left of the current temporary thing

i have feared the time of old age 

understimulating and over stimulated

an ocean of time but a mind on repeat and oblivious to it 

a loud clock to remind you it’s there, but it’s regular tick also signaling it leave 

i want to lie in the saline water that holds me still with a mind only for the sky, cold chest and warm face and the music of time that swells long before and after my body is within it