62- . what if

what if time really is fluid
, something that shifts just to conform
to the shape of its container
, in this case our minds
. what if instead we could let it
trickle out, and flow any which
way it wanted
. the molecules
disassociating into something else
. how would our bodies react? our fingers
,would they still reach out and pluck
a leaf from a stem or would
the leaf be springing to reach our
extended palms
. could we rewind
? pause and replay each of the
most precious moments
, those that have become
a little hazier around the edges
? and then reach out and
feel the soft peach fuzz of memory
, push it into alignment?