Time Poem by Louie Vizcarra

Time is a circle that cannot be stopped.
Life is a river that cannot be stopped.
I am carried along helplessly.
Sometimes while i am on The bus I call for my stop,
but my voice is an ignored ghost whisper from another time.
This bus is one way and has one stop.
Frosted on the windows
my finger writes my name on the glass
so that in another time, maybe another will remember my name
or, because I am often afraid I will forget
maybe that I will remember it.