Beginning

Beginning

They clustered around the
Time machine, the minute
Device they’d concocted together,
An intricate mechanism of
Puzzles, questions, and problems,
Weighted on tiny scales balanced
On a grain of salt.

Started with a collective breath,
The machine ran silently, its
Cogs and wheels invisible to
The naked eye of anyone who
Disbelieved the possibility of
Moving matter through the
Impossibilities created by
Problems, puzzles, and questions.

Their hands, joined and flexed,
Lay on the contraption, and its
Life lit through them, outlines
Blurring and fading, until only
The empty room was left behind,
And they surfaced in this identical
Room five hundred years ago.

This is where it started.

R 13/10/2024 17:40