Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below misty blue sky
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile time,
flagrant erections of next generation’s hope
for full color life
perennially emerging time
through fields of green enraptured
brown soil and gray rocks
and weathered stretching darker bark
back further through time’s ringing core.

This summer’s newer time full color;
Elder time dressed in grays and browns
of dusk’s deeper hue and cry.

Time’s newer lexicon
laughs through children
camping near a still-slogging river,
flowing time toward surfing Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing time of trees’
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time
rushed toward some end of prime,
planned, yet unprioritized.

Drumming heartbeat
surfing breath
occasional tummy rumbles,
older times of human space
thundering through subliminal octaves
of time’s unrolling memory.

New time smells green fragrance,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth’s old-timed infrastructure,
roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries
floating broken platters of Earthtime’s universe creation,
rumbling thunder
warning of ancient slow-timed lightening.

Capturing time’s enrapturing voices
and visions
peering through silent black faced race
through space.
Knotted notched logged time
captured in this sacred place
gracefully crumbling time’s investment,
forgiven and redeemed in last fall’s brown bed
of leafy fading trace,
succumbing to terminating time’s
less aggressive metamorphic place
from logs reversing back into time’s landed space,
impervious to eyes noting her change of race
from convex branches to concave composts.

Time’s darker elder face
haunts richer wisdom
but often fails to find just and righteous pace
for dominating white cultured mind
to find
and recognize.
Elder darker’s timing rhythm
speaks best through white hearts’ new-time memory,
transparently dark embedded cultural time
emerged as new found discovery
recovery through youngish light
most resonantly resolved
through time’s polyculturing brightest night.

Fear of dark raced time
begins with my own white placed skin
accepting time’s inevitable dark embrace
within full-colored humanely timed race,
to see my wilting face
drawn back into time’s dark souled core
dying into light’s progenitor
once more
dark never-enough-right-time supremacy
through dark purgation’s non-anthrocentric palatial door
toward dark time’s eternal color rhapsodic place.

Time’s song and dance
through nonexistential space,
my voice
our opera
time’s co-passion story.