Photo at Niagara Falls March 2019, 120 Color Film, by Liz

My mind wanders in flight.

The ice cracks

Across the glacier.

Time holds

For a moment more

Before, it spirals down.

We’ve seen this or that.

I’ve known you

In the eons of history past

Just out of memory’s grasp.

We walk forward

On unknown roads.

Isn’t that tree the same?

“No,” you say, gentle.

“It only looks that way.

Walk faster away from this place.”

I ask to stay

Because we can’t escape.

“See those flowers

Always grow near that rock.”

“Those fish in that stream.”

You hush me.

“The ice melts,” you say

“We’ll find a boat,” I promise.

“That’s what they did in the old days.”