Fluid Time.

1.
Always in darkness
I hear it best,

that thick sound reaching me only as
it withdraws back into itself.

I never want to see it unless,
dreaming, it appears attuned to the

fluid noise of existence
each step brings me toward

until it is too late 

and I am immersed in it.

2.
My grandfather tilted his mug
toward my face,

showed me its contents and

then breathed as if he were drowning.

"It is the most powerful
force in this world," he said,

and I had no
choice but to agree.

3.
As it continues
without notice of itself
or its past,

absorbed by passing terrains,

I catch my reflection in mercurial waves

and realize the static
weight of body mass has been struck by
a philosophy of change.

4.
What noise this cascading
matter makes as I imagine each
reflective particle falling toward
the source of its being
to rest before the next great dance.

5.

It is a sight unique

to all those I know

when opaque clouds hide the sun and 

begin to flood the tenuous moment.

6.

More than noise,

it is a cosmic hum,

a wordless Veda

circling the earth

with an itinerant

knowledge of life.