As I contemplate History
I realize that “Time” is but a theory
To placate our minds
Based on planetary signs.
The sun rises in the morn,
Descends as night forms.
What becomes of our abstract theory
When we relocate ourselves in Space?
Day and night, Time’s conceptual base,
Would cease to be.
A new tracking system would needs be devised
To organize and plan our lives.
What happens to the earth’s History
When years, centuries, eons in theory
No longer fit the criteria we see.
What if there is no day and night?
What a disturbing, chaotic plight!
But we don’t have to venture to Outer Space
To disrupt synchronicity and face
The moment of Time in our minds.
Time has no end, nor did it begin.
It is infinite, cylindrical, always has been.
Measured to make sense for humankind
In increments that we do not find
Anywhere else in the Universe.
The earth is but a tiny dot
In a mass of infinitly ruled by thought.
No past, no future, no present, no Time,
Only what we create in our minds.
The threads of History start to unravel
As soon as we theorize the concept of Time Travel,
Which exists, has always existed.
Our sense of order has continually resisted
The reality of moving forward or backward in Time
To create alternate Histories in alternate realities.
When you create words in your mind
You never know what you will find
Masquerading as Time.
The Time continuum has no Time.
The Final Frontier is infinite in design.
Never ending, never begun.
Past, present, future–History–all one.
Create your words keeping in mind,
We all can travel through the theory of Time.
Deborah A. Bowman © 2015