A Wrinkle from Time

A smooth lake, like glass,
Spread my firm skin
No driftwood jutting,
Nor cut by wind,
Just unbroken surface;
Golden, superb,
And the mirror reflection
Lay undisturbed.

Time cut headway
Across my brow.
The ivory wake
Spills from the prow
And ripples out
Along the shore;
The wake unstoppable,
The vessel unmoored,

The tide receding evermore.

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