I have been watching time carefully, <br />watching it flow by, <br />reaching out with my hands <br />my empty hands into another world <br />adjacent in the air of my garden <br />where the monarchs fly. <br /> <br />I think they live there, <br />and we don’t <br />know. <br /> <br />The time I watch is the fundament of all things existing, <br />is a river inside my garden’s air and light, <br />a flowing oceanic emptiness <br />that stays still <br />while carrying everything along with it. <br /> <br />I tilt my head <br />to see the light on its lilting waves, <br />to view the slivers that <br />weave through and through. <br /> <br />This living time, <br />the one I watch and hear… <br />it is life itself <br />in no metaphorical sense <br />making progress <br />while a monarch skims past my face <br />and delicate waves wash on the shore.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-i-have-been-watching-time/
