Time Traveller Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The tick-tock flows, a river wide,
I drift along, no need to ride.
The then, the now, the soon to be,
All blend and blur, inside of me.

A quiet shift, a gentle breeze,
I'm in the sun, then under trees.
The market day, the starry night,
A simple move, from dark to light.

I thought it was how all folks see,
This flowing stream, for you and me.
A little trick, a handy way,
To watch the hours, night and day.

But others grasp, and hold so tight,
To just one moment, shining bright.
They plan and fret, they rush and chase,
While I just float, with easy grace.

What's done is done, the tale is spun,
What's yet to come, has just begun.
No need to change, or interfere,
The world unfolds, I'm simply here.