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
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2013
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