A tired stretch of asphalt, outside of time
finds itself peppered with glossy machines,
sleek, moving fast,
their owner’s hearts turned to stone.
The needle strewn forest path, outside of time
bears witness to the solitary soul
seeking solace and pure oxygen
as the embers of a lost world fall all around.
An ancient wave cleaved by fin and tail, outside of time
blesses the ion shore,
where a young woman clad in dark denim
determinedly walks deeper into frigid waters,
as we safe on land start the long chain of phone calls,
saving one life and in turn, our own.
The blue sky above eternally watches over a billion worlds,
worlds that never stop spinning and are forever changing,
waiting patiently for us to return home, outside of time.