At Once

instant is such a pointed word 
the sharp of now and no return
by nano by pico the bold and meek go 
forward sweeping seconds at a time

we're now right up to the edge
of no return to back before
no rewind to mind and no back door 
the past is history, nothing more

sauntering jaunty or running ragged
we crease the fold of here and now
singing seniors from babies babbled
we all can be at this time somehow

and turn around to what once was now
to see ourselves, riding time's prow

© Goode Guy 2013-07-11

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