Forgotten Anchor

I was a kid then.

I couldn't finish my homework

There was just so much of it.

My mind made too much of it.

But you taught me to use a time.

One subject for one hour.

If I don't finish, move on anyways.

Come back after the others are done.

Repeat.

That lesson was at least 31 years ago. 

I forgot your face.

I forgot your voice.

I forgot where exactly I learned it.

It may have been school.

Did my mind carry you home

where you stood by the kitchen table

keeping watch?

Has my connection with time 

and a silent watcher came from?

Either way, I remember you.

What matters most then,

Your name or your message?

Which would you have be remember

your face or your intent?

Right now, I stand in a room of doors

each moving around me, faster and faster.

There is no fear, only excitement.

More and more possibilities.

More and more connections.

How will I have time for it all?

Pause. 

Start the timer.

In one hour.

Go.