Traveling Time

TRAVELING TIME… We have been traveling long; Time grows weary of its load. In the velvet darkness of night, the patoo* Sings its song of a long journey’s end. In the distant place where ancient dwell, Ancestral drums signal our approach. Across the mosaic chasm, time winks And flashes his deceiving smile: Bidding farewell. But we shall meet again, Ole Time and I: Circadian travelers of mystic realm. (*The patoo is a Jamaican owl. When you hear the patoo cooing at night, it is a sign that someone is going to die.)