Time's Mouth

I was thinking again of the relentlessness of mortal lives. Even as we spoke, the moments were passing. The sweet baby was vanished. His son was aging, growing, sharpening into a man.

but a memory you can only haul into the sun and hope it desiccates. Dries to something crumbled and odorless.

In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids farewell and another one appears on the scene. As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me,

have this beautiful world in my head, but when I try to remember it in order to write it down, I change it, and I can’t ever get it back.”