Garage Time Travel

Garage time travel

Midst all the dust and dirt

The boxes lay open

Books, papers, folders 

Writings, spiral notebooks

1992

1994

1997

1983

Gone

Covered gray silt like

Forgotten

Unearthed I wiped

The grit away

See the memories

Wonder at time's

Passing

Where am I ?

Am I here now

Or are these fragment 

Scribbles perpetually

Written  

Or are they forever layered

In gray garage dust?

And I am the one that 

Is all these and that which has

Yet to come?

The something behind the

Writing

That which writes

Moves and stands ever still

Is the constant

A wavering solid

A flying stillness 

The dark and the light

The sweeping dusty

Grit

The clearing beneath

I stand and I am not still

I am this dust

This faded now

This breathing yesterday

This blooming tomorrow