K. Cronick
I raise my
voice,
I raise my
hand,
my thoughts
are acts,
They are
commands.
They’re
acts of will:
now,
indelibly,
in this
split second,
I decided
and
selected
my next
moment,
going, coming,
being and becoming
to be.
To
glance over there.
I am
making a choice.
Time is
simultaneous.
The past,
the present
and the
future
are all
one.
Forever
and never,
They are
all together.
Just a
burst ago
Before all
that,
I picked
another one,
that put
me here
straight
away,
like a
flash of dawn
across the
valley,
suddenly
awake.
When I stopped
and didn’t,
Then possible
was never.
So, after
everything
when I am
haze, I will be
what I was
then, at that last spark
at the
latter beat
of the musical
measure
of the
song,
of the
rune of time.
And they
will all emerge
from the
hidden sea
of what
they were,
where
originally,
the apples
grew,
and all
was rich
with
wisdom,
time, and
wonder.
