Time is a horizontal surface
Collecting events that fill our days
Keeping us busy keeping track
What's on the calendar.
Imagine an infinite expanse
Empty of all the items for you to do
That would be the end of time
When nothing ever happens next.
The less that needs to be done
The more what to do is a choice
Full of possibility at every turn
Becoming eventuality as we age.
Being aware of the ground we walk upon
Beneath us every step of the way
The way we were back then
The way we will be when
The waves that flutter through us
Like ripples on the surface reflecting
Smoothed out into perfect stillness
Disappear beyond the event horizon.
