There is no time other than
NOW
so why do we allow
so much dust
to get in and foul
the very air we live?
The past we breathe in.
The future we cough out.
Meanwhile all about
the thing IS in and of itself.
We are but an illusion
of yesterdays and tomorrows.
We borrow and live
on broken time
and we dream
like a broken heart
of when we might find
no need to be elsewhere
or even to care
but just rejoice and BE
somehow
NOW.
