Into the Mist of Time

ceiling fans move in harmony
to my slow breathing,
words flow off the tongue but
are not written down,
time moves backwards as the
clock moves forwards,
I see the son of my father born
into the brief daylight,
tears of joy roll down his face
while smiling without teeth,
nursing mothers take him away
from his own kind,
lawyers in the hallway post
briefs of compensation,
judges skirt the issue and take
an extra long lunch,
life is lived in moments or it is
not lived at all,
chances of it being repeated are
like winning the lottery,
ceiling fans stop as does my
breathing when I sleep.

21Apr17