Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

With anticipation, yet suddenly it happened, ice burning from my frozen heart, imagination or real.

A smile, some laughter crossed my face, stricken with confusion and curiousity, I seem to keep up with the moment, the mind feels creative, hands holding a pen, feet are dancing.

Should I fear punishment, should I enjoy the feeling? Beading in the delightful feeling seems unimaginable.

As my heart is driven to let go and give up residence, the mind leaves ghosts in the past.

There cannot be any punishment for living in the now, nor injustice for accepting the present of the present and learn we can’t hold grains of sand in a closed hand.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 19/03/2021