The god of time is a vulture
Sweeping gliding curving trailing
Over head, over field, up there.

I’m going to live forever,
Remembering to go forward from here.

There is no past. And the future is endless.
Linear time exists, but is looped, is recurved
Sweeps, glides and trails
Curving over head.

Or, sitting patiently on a fence post,
Having cleaned up a carcass
The vulture of time waits you out.
It knows what you know in your gut.

Time is endless but life is not.
Remember to go forward from here.

Vane lore

The whale and the rooster

disagree about most things.

“West,” she said.

“No, no. Definitely north-east,” he replied.


“Slow and steady wins this race,” she said.

“Quick-- to take the advantage,” said he.


“Watch and wait.”

“Move now, then assess.”

“T’will be a hard long cold winter,” she predicts.

“Spring will be early and wet,” he maintains.


They disagree about most things,

Stuck on their respective peaks--

Rooster on barn

Whale on garage


But what they share is timeless,

Variable,

And windy.