and then, like three tosses of silvery water, they were gone.
past.
i went to china, i went to prague; i died, and was born in the spring;
i found you, and loved you, again.
present.
later the darkness fell and the solid moon like a white pond rose.
but i wasn’t in any hurry.
future.
likely i visted all the shimmering, heart-stabbing questions without answers