Time
In the reddish deposits of iron and salt.
In concentric circles in the water, at a child's feet, like rings in tree trunks.
The time past, the time to come.
The stopped, motionless time of a photo, blocked, closed.
Time ahead, frenetic, time running, of a spring dressed in summer.
Two times that meet in this time.
The time of breathing, the present time.
Here and now.
Here where everything happens and no longer exists.
Now that I live and feel and am.
P.S. The sea and spring deeply inspired me on this beautiful sunny day. I'm not a poet, I studied classical literature for many years, but I don't hold back from writing a few words when I'm inspired. You can consider the text a poem or simple words written while admiring the beauty of this landscape.