Now
once
a time
no longer ago than now
not future perfect but its imperfection’s past
down the river of flowing present
relatively just past the future
not when, when why is what needs answering
yet who’d care where it was
or whence it shall have been
not I for sure for despite all I am,
all I can do is think therefore
I am physically limited
these thoughts that stop and start and end
not yet begun
and yet long considered, that mind of mine is in
ill repair, unhealthily reconstructing
what was there before,
obliging nothing.
and so I spiral in swirling tides
that ebb and flow and slowly grind rocky
thoughts to ideas
concepts, hypotheses and
more thoughts that paddle me through the storms of
‘Now’
Copyright © Matthew Doyle | Year Posted 2009
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