Misplaced memories,
back and forth, back
and forth, back and
forth, like a pendulum.
Moments measured
but wasted anyway.
Who knows how much,
how far, how fast or
not swift enough to be
noticed or remembered.
The collective fate of
humanity. Over and over.
We wake up and do it all
again and again. Again.
So, what will we notice
for ourselves today, if
not the shifting, if not
the sway of our time?

© 2026 j.g. lewis