Time is an ocean.
and i am a tiny shell;
barely visible on the ocean floor.
in this Dream,
i am looking up through the water,
observing the majesty of the sky;
watching the sun as She dances across the crest of the waves.
at the moment, i am motionless.
small specs of sand continue to gather around me and i become increasingly aware of the ocean’s steady current passing over me;
beckoning me Gently.
i must choose.
to lay still forever.
and let the sand eventually burry me.
or, put my Trust in the ocean.
and allow Her current to carry me.
traveling neither forwards nor back;
neither over nor under but,
photo taken of Mark Flood in his studio – photographer unknown