Year by year, my sense of time expands.
I start to grasp the turn of seasons on their wheel,
The ebb and flow of light, warmth, energy.
Suddenly an intuition grips me,
Of huge beasts moving in the depths.
Beneath the skin of the world,
Dragons of time,
Cycles larger than my frame of reference,
Moving.
Their great bodies brush mine,
Their shadows overtake me.
Astonished, I freeze.
And they are gone again, into memory, or dream.
I question my perception.
Yet for a moment, through that opening,
A keen, clear wind blew.
A current of deep certainty breathed.
An intimation of fathomless patience bloomed.