Tracking Time

I have found the track of time,
in the forest where it dwells,
I have seen it’s willowed prints,
claws fixed, scratching sand,
seen the spots where it was halted,
stooped for names, felt for signs,
I have followed it, relentless,
(as the predator; so the prey)
I have walked where it has feasted,
through the halls of medicated bones-
and have run where it has slipped
in the dimness of delight –
I am on the track of time,
hoping it won’t turn for me.

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