Fast moving Time

Fast moving time,
you drift through already forgotten moments.
You carry the same possibilities, but differently,
as if you were living in many of the same rooms.
We cannot catch but your afterglow, feel
loosening skin and eyes turned into opals.

And the young dead,
at the first state of timeless indifference,
must learn to adapt. They are nudging
their empty chairs and self pity spreads
into the furniture, while mills of the dark
grind it into fine dust.

But you are the soil. You are
summer and for you
present is past and also what's coming
as we foresee permanence
always in fear of an end.
You inundate our winter-lasting foliage,
our mind-green time of the year,
a whole innate landscape risen from earth,
inhabited by aquatic creatures, water birds
hiding in the reeds.

Nothing touches
but out of the great circle
this mute gravity pulls us to count down time.
We are woken at night,
you break into the special moments,
when we are with the people we love,

Talk to us, ancient spirit. Explain.
We hear you. Now you are trees,
roaring louder and louder in storms,
then again you are peaceful water rustling past.
Your words are not meant for us,
who do not last, who cannot win.

Fast-moving time, lie down with us
May we hold you, find in you kinship, rest, sleep.