Spent part of nap time today
watching a video describing
how time past present future
are basically an illusion
that we could visualize time
as a static block in the universe
where all past present future
happens or happened all at
once and I could sense
that must be true how else
to explain the familiar feeling
of every day with this child
how their aspect resembles
myself and others as if I
already knew who they are
going to be by virtue of
knowing they arrived from
that part of myself I know
resides somewhere in this
universe as it is another way
of thinking about time is
a squiggly line atop the static
of the past as uncertainty
of a future that has not
happened unfolds in a multitude
of nows as it is when their hair
is tousled to the point of tangles
sometimes it settles simply
with a slight brushing aside
and sometimes not