Taking Time

The twisted tunnels and funnels of time fend with the arcing arrows of truth As gravity and comedy compete for attention In a one way foray of racing life As some hang and lean above speeding wakes screaming with the absolute joy of it others lay back and watch the ever-changing clouds looking back at what might have been That never can be influences of how In the nuances of now Sails billow as lines are re adjusted To shade the setting sun And I find a tiller to lean on