You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking <br />with ups and downs will, though, <br />building constancy into the black foreground <br /> <br />for each sunset, hold on to you, if dreams <br />wander, give reality recurrence enough to keep <br />an image clear, but then you realize, time <br /> <br />going on, that time's residual like the last <br />ice age's cool still in the rocks, averaged <br />maybe with the cool of the age before, that <br /> <br />not only are you not being held onto but where <br />else could time do so well without you, <br />what is your time where so much time is saved?<br /><br />Archie Randolph Ammons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rivulose/
