How Time Stays

I Came To Understand How Time Stays

I saw her walking
She was pushing a baby
In a stroller
Her grandchild I guess

Of all the pictures I have in my mind
Of my friend
I will recall this image
She is pushing a baby


Because at the seams of our lives
More enduring
Than what we call endings

Are what we call beginnings

They are all seams
But what I hold
In my eye
My mind
My chest
My heart

Are what we call

–written on this seam of
what we call 5770
Since the creation of the world
As we reckon time,

james stone goodman
united states of america