Time-Travel

at the table we had the twitches
and hitches of caffeine and late-hour drowsies
twisting us along, motioning for more
confused understandings.
and he says that we can move forward, believes there is
a way, and i say we are always moving forward
although we cannot jump,
the path has not been laid out,
we will only fall.
if i go back, it's only in a forward motion.
he nods his head, he nods his head
i say i understand.
we draw it out on paper, to better understand
and the pen maps nothing out for certain,
but we make-believe it helps, and so it helps.
so many things can help, if only we
make-believe it so.
he agrees with the dropping of the pen.