Ancient Currents

Ancient Currents

Ancient currents draw lines in the flow
Unseen to any but those who can know
How time travels forth, following its own course
Liquid space moves in place, a supporting force
Waves building from thousands of aeons away
Pressure-formed demons that rise, grow and wane
And though its appearance is millpond still
Beneath the surface, the flows ebb at will
Flood within flood, no banks to be broken
Fluidity driving to its own destruction
And there, a brave sailor, far from the shore
Carrying those who dare to head outward
The boatman knows all of the glistening whiles,
Routes handed down from parent to child
Mother to daughter, father to son,
Pathways unlocked in times long forgotten
Leaving only the peace of a distant horizon
Move without moving, into the beyond.