TIME AND SPACE

I sit in my small space
of temporary comfort, in my
false sense of obscure security,
and just as we cannot see time
pass, we know it moves,
like water beating upon
rock, time shall strip my bare,
I will manifest the rings
like standing Redwoods,
I, ridged and inflexible,
allow me to peak beyond
the horizon and await the new,
humbled in my transcendental now,
stretching high
reaching for a hole in the fabric
of time and space
which I have created.