One year we had a time machine
installed beyond the driveway.
It’s engine was a metal post
which ran on children’s mind-waves.
We’d start it when we went outside;
the engine would be humming.
We found our seats among the logs
with laughing eyes a-thrumming.
My brother always captained it;
he had the ship commissioned.
I served in an advis’ry role;
I did not have his vision.
We never travelled back in time;
My doubt kept us in our world.
But from that point we journeyed on,
together pressing forward.