Time Again Poem by Andy Caldwell

time passes and I age
seems impossible time would flow
any other way
still there are eddy currents
and back flows
I find the river flows only one way
I find in dreams I can go back
to relive moments of the past
or I could look at photographs
for old memories
but they are not the same
time is something
we truly do not comprehend
What binds us to the river's flow
and ebb?
Is there a quantum bit of it?
Is there a steady flow
or are there waves and crests?
The physics of time we don't know
yet time will always flow