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