If you could,
set a coordinate in time and space.
Push a button. Click…
and in a flick
of an eye lash or
the time it takes
for a humming bird’s heart
to beat just once.
Beside yourself, in yourself
telling that old new person, who’s just
starting to breath life into their lungs,
You would hesitate, that younger state.
For an instant, in listening to the older.
But, you would still follow through;
for their is no do over, no amending.
no take backs.
Time is a tricky bastard, giving and taking
in all the wrong places.
So you float, waiting.
Anxiety of the day always building.
Until it all unravels to reveal
the mystery of those moments in obvious hindsight
as pieces of you fall through an aperture
to allow only minute grains
for you to view.
Bit by bit, little clues to life why
a person such as you or I might exist.
So travel ever forward, explore.
And try just a smidgeon to listen
to that future self when they
tell you not to fret.
By Philip Wardlow 2016