Stretching Time With Words

This series was sparked by the changing relationship I have with time as I age.

no longer is time
just some horizonless
highway
I get to hurl my imaginings onto

now it’s tender
intimate
found in gaps
pulsing with silence
waiting

it has always been waiting

for me to find my way
to fall between breaths
and allow
complexity and ambiguity
to touch me

words

so often used
to define
box in
imprison possibility and
signal an end to sensing

are here invited
to hold mystery
energy, play, rhythm, color
and movement

to become
shape as doorway
entry into endless wonder