time travel

time travel

She longs to go back

and visit the Early Days,

to remember who she was,

to re-live forgotten fantasies,

to tie up the loose ends

of countless yesterdays.

She boards the Sailboat of Time,

and races against the tide -

- its ebb and flow holding memories, 

of past people, past places.

She fights to piece it all together,

all of the timestamps,

before she reaches her destination,

returns to the

Past.

But she never gets there

She looks up and her eyes

trace the constellations above.

She is lost,

lost at sea,

stuck in

Time. 

The gentle sunlight,

beaming in the waves of the water,

calls out her name

She sails around and around, 

in circles. 

She feels

Yesterday,

tugging her back. 

But then

Tomorrow

pulls, and its force 

is harder, stronger

So she lets the Sailboat lead her. 

Forward. 

She drifts, flows, 

here,

to today.

To stay.