Time Forgets Why

What if the question

is older than the answer?

What if time forgets

why it moves,

and the stars

no longer know their names?

What if we speak,

but it is the silence between words

that holds the weight.

The road bends

not to mislead,

but to remind us:

truth is never linear.

A seed does not know

it is a tree.

The stone does not dream

of flight

yet both contain the sky.

I do not search

for meaning,

only the place

where meaning once slept.