stepped out of time as the day to day
and stand in the moment continuing, that one, mine, behind time
where I am just…, and contemplate life surrounding, coalesced, and am amazed, despite the darkness
part of the journey
made up of my ignorance of knowing how and fear of being, that I live, loved, and home means peace
I stand there, that self I am always, since…, behind, knowing I am not times’, time, somehow having made it’s way to reflecting my always’ need
she rises to go inside and Spike he follows, I tell her, “I’m coming”, and am thankful continuing to Him for the one allowing my always
a home, in time
and I close the door, behind me