Somewhere,
People would call this a Tuesday night.

Or is it Wednesday?

I don’t really know or care,
for I’ve found a place that has given new
meaning to this concept of time.

Day, night, moonlight.
A current flowing past.
Such are the measures of time in this place.

Brisk, cool waters that sustain us,
entertain us,
and take us toward an end we know will happen.

The end of measuring time by sun and moon above,
the end of this journey down a river.