The Time Tunnel

The mystery of time as 

experienced on a 

particularly hot day 

in Central Park...

I stand in the coolness 

of a stone building

and turn to see my son 

under the portico.

He is in silhouetted profile 

and a time tunnel suddenly

telescopes out from 

my observing eye.

I no longer see him

but myself at his age,

the same body type, 

head shape, and posture.

It is uncanny in those 

few moments before 

he turns and acknowledges

me standing back in silence,

pain and regret welling up

from that faraway place

and threatening to overwhelm me

until swallowed up in his smile.

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