In the time it takes the light from the sun...

Eight minutes later
you ask the question
that I answered
eight minutes before
I have the memory
of a sunset
washed with rain
wrung from
clouds hung from
mountains
some summer
some time
passed by
time past,
since that's all that's left
after now is gone.

I think about Colorado
sometimes when I'm driving
and I forget
who I was up there
or maybe
when I was up there
I forgot
who I was here.

Eight minutes later
I thought
you said something
but it was only
a thought
passed in time
eight minutes earlier.

2002 Kevin Crone