We
are all surfing
the wave
of time.
In times
immediate wake
is the frothiness
of near history.
Smooths out
as the wave
moves on.
The wave
churns and gurgles
as the past is
being created.
We
the flotsam and jetsam
along for the
ride.
The wave
creates
the lives
we have lead.
Potential
is all
that\'s in the waves
headlights.
Nothing
at all
the wave
moves into.
We
all live
on the edge
of reality and time.