8

It sometimes occurred to him, perhaps
We move backwards rather than forwards
Through time. As if we are be-
Coming what has already
Existed before now.

He watched the hidden world
Of leafshadows and sunlight
And knew the beginning and the end
Were interchangeable: seeing in the rearview
Cars pass by translucent grass,
A coda, a point of departure.
Leaves in the mirror, or arrives.
Returns home are temporary, that is,
Eternal.

In the ocean
Of this moment,
Can you not feel the tug
Of something beyond you,
Like waves or stars
In the hallway?

When you hear a call from the
Stairs, though you couldn't
Have predicted it,
It has already been
Happening, in the future before you.