Time-lag

Something about

lost time,

that was

the idea

this morning,

while looking

in a distant mirror.

The unwrinkled pool

reflects

my memory

in a single glance

suddenly interrupted by

images leaking

out of my eyes.

Those pictures,

the spirit of my existence

kept in my memory as

a time melting pot

of all what I have

heard,

read,

said,

seen

now dripping into

the water.

Made of words

and movements

danced phrases

turn a swelling river

into a swirling ocean

flooding the earth

so they can reach you despite

time-lag.