All time came calling In this one moment All the past And all the present It swooped Like a swallow Through the open car window It came from the Sun That sat between the mountains Blazing down Upon the pines It flew, a blur Up the winding road Faster than I could drive It rushed through the forest Over the dry red earth In and out of the thin grey trees (Many freshly burnt) Both future and history It could be forever Though it was only The ten-minute journey Between Forada And Buscatell