A Short History

Swirled in a storm of stars,

Time is like tracing paper, handwritten by

Asteroids,

Animals,

Gravity.

My kitchen calendar glazes months together.
When I look through I travel
Back and forwards, through

Mountains,

Meadows,

Salt-blue oceans.

I must call my friend tomorrow,

I must send some files,

I must buy food,

I must walk outside
And let my footsteps write.