Trickle
I thought that if I wrote each day
maybe time would slow to a trickle
It did not happen
Maybe time is fickle or
maybe time does not exist?
All I know is that I write
and each day
the sun rises and
the sun sets and
each is a gift
a glorious gift
Thoughts
I often return to this idea of time not existing. I know it is problematic but I like the idea that everything is happening all at once.
Trombone Shorty rocking the North Sea Jazz Festival in 2017.
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