I slice through past and future, no longer wavering; the fear rendering One discombobulated in present time empowers in other time.
I am a time nymph, buoyant and light. We do front flips, back flips, spin side to side like a shooting top, do head and handstands. Anything is possible in time which is not now: ballet, grace, en pointe --
They are one time traveler. She breathes in ecstasy of the future yet passed, glimmers of past once future. Seconds once ephemeral, millennia now prisms. Day Halos. Nymphets sparkle like --
They remember, once afraid of passing time and time not yet, time pluperfect.
Laser time, razor-honed present imperfect.
One day -- future perfect? -- time tricksters suspend An Other over swirling currents, toes poised for time/space continua --
-- like a ballerina’s.
“What is this wonder, these flowing ripples kissing All?”
We signal acceptance of time bent slightly forward and stretched eons backwards. Unknown Strangers gently guide Nymphet through future red giants -- or is it past present blue dwarfs? -- bodies reeling through galaxies, chrysalis birthing --
It’s time; it’s about time.
Split of split seconds:
Goddess, swim the seven sisters, navigate your vessel, all time, whirling, all time...
Copyright, Jennifer Semple Siegel, 2008