........We Are The Elders In Time Poem by elysabeth faslund

Neverland. Closer.
Elders speak. I see whispers' winds.
Curtain sheer reality.
My choice not to hear. Intrusive.
Not today.
Today harbors Time, as it washes
Seashells free of sand. Clean.
I listen to sand. Water. Time directness.
Neverland. Everland. What difference....?

Upon a Time, we were sand. Joy.
Granular. Round. Relentless.
Elders spoke lungs...tied us to air.
No wings.
Translucent hands, summoning
Babies from waves. Slicing cords.
Freeing blood.
Binding eyes open to Sight.
We blinked. Turned away.

Upon a Time, we only cried in Elder years.
Seconds.
We were Elders. How quickly we grew to children.
I turn away, back from the child.
Opening my arms, ears...
Join Elders in Everland...
The future Now.