Edge Of Time

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016 

We are all surfing the wave of time.
In times immediate wake is the frothiness of near history.
Smooths out as the wave moves on.
The wave churns and gurgles as the past is being created.
We the flotsam and jetsam along for the ride.
The wave creates the lives we have lead.
Potential is all that’s in the waves headlights.
Nothing at all the wave moves into.
We all live on the edge of reality and time.

 

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Janet Vick commented on Dec 02, 2017 at 10:46am
I like the wave of time and how you place we mere humans as riding these waves. Good metaphors. Take care. Janet

 

 

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