Time

Somewhere in time
I’m racing down the highway going
110 mph with my brother Hudson.
Somewhere in time
I’m looking out the window at the night sky
in a New York City apartment, after a one night
stand.
Somewhere in the world
right now, two friends share a memory
they won’t think about for another few years,
a memory that is forever
ingrained in time.
Somewhere in time
my dad’s shooting a bottlerocket out of
an Arrowhead bottle, sitting in the sand
on the beach in Malibu, California.
Somewhere in time
my friend Anton and I are eating a
cheeseburger in a train car on
Sunset Boulevard; forever ingrained in time ,
not limited by one’s existence.
Somewhere in time
an old man in Italy feeds a flock of pigeons
in a park, day after day until one day
he’ll pass away;
one day that park will close,
for its’ last day, and so forth.
Like air, these moments that we share, dance, laugh, & cry
don’t need to be documented in order to last, they are
Forever ingrained in time.