It’s No O’Clock

Time is
undivided
wild
unbridled

tanned and toned
with curly blonde
locks
bounding over
mountaintops

through deep
sea gloom

in the
emergency room
when they call
time-of-death

in the creasing lines
beside my eyes

from fingertip to fingertip
holding all of space
primordial

ancient
never aging
a day

surfing “OM”
through Himalayan
caves
not here
not there
nowhere
everywhere
I can say

I’ve seen him
on occasion

grinning

watching me
race
to and fro
as though
I could
outpace him

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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