Time traveller, I lay with my feet in the past,
suspended among fragmented Roman columns;
surrounded by tangible history, paused in
the strange atmosphere of celebrity water
lapping warmly about my neck; contemplating
the cotton castle. Pamukkale, bright shining
in the sunny Maeander valley with my thoughts
overlapping the possibilities of time
layered in travertines; of time strewn in the fields,
the streams; a past and present warm in the water,
timelessly close in the geography of the
land, in the legacy of its people. And the future
waiting remorselessly beyond the reach of tomorrow.