time applies to the realm

of becoming

That summer, you slow-stepped your way into manhood

while I, lonesome teen, entered the awkward years.

We turned brown. I fed you hamburgers, peanut butter.

From your chair high above the pool

you called me by name, called me beautiful.

there is no time

without motion

Labor Day shook us apart

but not before you took my hands,

swung my feet off the ground,

set me down, moving forward.

past present and future are all

illusions

               ***

I travel by train to see you.

Long after I awake

I remember     cancer      

spirited you away.

               ***

A glass-gray dawn –

I float in shore waters

expecting you 

to appear.

               ***

Naked, we fly

across violet skies

paint silver trails

with the vapor of our breath.

time is not a property

of the world

My love, you transcend –

bound not to age or sorrow,

neither earth nor sea.

Your voice an echo,

the whisper of my soul.