Transit

How does it feel to sit
and watch it happen?
Slowly, steadily, calmly,
your life rolling out,
like the scrolls of the ancient,
the long mystery revealed.
Yes, it isn't as dramatic as you thought,
but it's more beautiful than you could think,
this wisdom is yours to keep,
sit in your chair, read it,
live it, sing it.

Once you were running away,
moving so fast
you couldn't see your feet,
your shadow grew longer,following
you like a sceptre,
and you kicked
and you shrieked
It caught up and became you,
but right now it's below your seat
The evening lamp brings solitude,
the night starry mist dreams,
the years ahead will show you
what you left behind for others,
what you could have possibly been.

It doesn't matter though,
you're here, silent,
sitting in your chair, sitting in between,
watching yourself and your shadow,
Day, Night, Night, Day,
then, now, now, then
Time collapsed into nothing,
Eternity collected in a second.