We measure time in movement

The trickle of water

Becomes a torrent

Becomes a stream

Becomes a river

All the while eating the rock

Over which it travels

Cleaving a rivulet

A channel

A chasm

A canyon

I stand on the bedrock of time

Capturing a moment

A slice

A fraction

Of a life

The girl I loved, for a while

Who was caught up

In the eddy of my existence

Until I let her go

Setting her adrift downstream

Time flows through with

The comings and goings of friends

Of family

Of strangers

Of lovers

Still, she carves through my presence

Creating eddies in time

Now and again, catching me up

For a moment’s reflection

On a love still flowing

I measure time in movement

And rediscover immensity in a moment

A timeless moment

Remembered

But never recaptured

Time flows on

While love stays still