AT THE TIME

AT THE TIME

we
were always
in a different time
zone

perhaps even
epoch

but then again, maybe
it was all down
to me entirely

light years away from anyone
in my own nebula
or just
high above, if not
deep below
the surface
of this planet
(who knows?, perhaps
both
at the same time)

fifty years whizzing past
each other, never colliding,
not even
a glancing blow

destined for
bigger things, battering our
ways quite
independently into
populated planets

as if
    radar guided, as if
beautifully synchronized,
exactly timed