"Ain't Nothin' But Time" 

Where once there was Wolf

Now a park bench will stand

And while bright stars can be

seen through the pines

A hot summer sun will be shining on you

While I walk in the dark on a

southern path

wind stinging my ears

You walk in the light

with a breeze at your back

Perhaps there’s a bubble

a ripple in time

And perhaps

our paths

are crossing

And, like my mind’s poetry

You temporarily flit through –

stunning

Like the cold on my cheeks

Like the sun warms your face