Monday, February 23, 2015

Here and Now

 ...seems we are always somewhat caught between holding on and letting go...

What was, we cannot change
What will be who can know?
The only thing we have and hold
Is this; the here and now

The here and now soon slips
Away, yet never does
A panoramic promenade
As is becomes what was

And in our looking back
We learn anew somehow
That all we ever really have
Is this; the here and now

Thus, because here and now
Is deftly interlaced
With what has passed and what will be
We have no time to waste

© Janet Martin

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