fly

 

At this time … you say
At this time … you feel
At this time … I hear
At this time … I

Is there any other time than
at this time?
Is each moment a part of
 “at this time”?

At this time the body aches
At this time thoughts fly
At this time you search
At this time I find

At this time, time is kind
The parallels of two lives
converge slightly to one side
where the droplets of your inner world
fall in my hands

And like a soothing balm
I massage them on my skin

Drawing from each
their liberating cry
And the intensity of the moment
speaks words of hidden toil

As perhaps never before
“at this time” felt so real

At this time, the thoughts of other times
walk  along with me and say:
  Take this time and fly