Three Year Jump

The lake at the back of your head,
Like Creeley’s blue mountains, moves now

To the foreground in front of you.
This is what happens. All spatial

Dimensions are wormholes in time
And memory, allowing you

To leapfrog eras with one step
Into the water, and it’s June,

And nothing has ever happened
To the world you knew. It’s still new,

And nothing has ever happened
To anything in front of you,

Nothing. What you recall is still
Here—nothing’s happened, just to you.