Time spins back

a skein unspooled

memories spilled

like so much milk

without the tears

for past travails

a strange journey

begins outside of time

begins before our time

begins before our eyes

an odyssey

into all of our unknowns

chasing the curve

of earth’s skies

and so time unwinds

into a restless dream

sails full and wind captured

and stars left to guide the way

time loses its linear flow

bounding and rebounding

on its course – Caroline A. Slee