Traveling From Yesterday To Tomorrow

The rising and the falling, an arc traced through time and gravity, a spiral of the starry host: these are evidence enough of our passing. Trace a line in wet sand and reveal the message I left for you, touch the dewy petals of the first blossom; a breath transposed into wire, a net to capture my words and set them on fire. Laugh as we tumble down the face of the sand dunes on our way from yesterday to tomorrow, gathering crow’s feet at the corner of our eyes.