Thursday, April 10, 2014

Fulcrum

 

All those things that we recall are molded where Now-moments fall

Future hinges onto Past
Ether-spectrum arching where
Present ever spreads its path
Fulcrum of our 'here to there'

Everything exists in Now
What once was or yet will be
We cannot  touch or bestow
Rearrangements to its lea

Now; a state forever fixed
Through our touch Time wends its way
Present is the binding twixt
Tomorrow and Yesterday

Awesome, ephemeral Now
Future leans potency on
Present's mystic moment-flow
And the shadows it will spawn

Janet Martin




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