Searching

I was asked to search for something. 

An object, a subject, a person, a presence?

Such an item has eluded many, when some don’t care to look and others may never find.

And when I searched from distant plains to homely comforts, I found what I had come for.

To my surprise, I realised that it had always been there, hidden away, a constant in the inner workings.

A vital tick, to match the tock, of the time that we set life by.

It had always been there?

From cracks in space to births of stars, it had been there. 

Not waiting, not watching, just working.

So I took this thing, not substance, not matter but essence and core and placed it where I could see.

To see it, to know it to understand it. This was the greatest challenge.

Time blew in ancient winds, curving and twisting in capricious movements with no scale or purpose.

Realisation dawned as uncertainty faded to dusk. To see, was to know.

To understand was to appreciate that this was one of two parts.

Two parts, so tightly wound together that time itself could not bend the tie.

And then i realised something, perhaps I had always known. 

That you never were, and never will be, alone.