Time Song
Alter one link, we vanish--
turn nothing, never were--
these solid-seeming bodies
changed to air;
or follow the dark web backwards
through mazes finely spun,
and over the first ocean see
the first sun;
or stretch a hand into the future
that down through a thousand years
will shape the lives of those unborn,
affect the stars.
And yet, like some picture woven
upon an endless wall,
it hangs--perfected--finished--
never to change at all.
Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie