Crossing Time

Crossing Time

Each of us different, yet both of us the same

for we are a part of the whole, that same fabric

woven of history, each in stitch and seam of the other

and as you are read by us, so you are with us at that moment

and so we are with you, your words bridging time and space

we of the fifty, the hundred, and even more years hence

bonded in an instant by your voice, time collapsed to nothing

encompassing cognition, dear Camerado, of our shared humanity

I gaze at this water, watching now in gorgeous twilight

the same flood and ebb lapping at our Hawaiian Island shores

that you watched then, lapping Brooklyn and Manhattan Island

every water molecule of now and then commingled ever in a single eternal sea

caressing and embracing all the world encircled round together

and I see your face reflected here, as is mine

looking at you as good and present here with me

and together, although we may live near centuries apart

so I reach into the water and grasp your hand

pull you up and out and to my side

and then we walk, we two fused, both of us as one

arms around each other’s shoulders

on down the sand, pacing ourselves steady in strong shadow

singing together our envigored songs as the sun goes down