Moments are so tragic;
each to pass from Now
to the indelible Used To Be so quickly;
to pass Out Of Existence.
Even Joy is moment-to-momentary
must be renewed each Now
to avoid its demise into the Used To Be.
Sad goes from my face Now
and is forever preserved and entombed
in the great Has Happened Already-
an Iron, unrelenting destiny.
There is no Un-Sad
which can undo grief
once occurred it sinks
into the
Last Moment's abyss;
it goes instantly into
the Walled-off
never to be retrieved.
How sad.
The Past
happens so soon
and is never reconvened.
Future Yet is so malleable
and promising-
tragic past is forever engraved-
in Soul-Stone.
Now is all we have
and the in-between;
like air
cannot be captured
before it is gone;
happily
or sadly.
leaving us only
with
Future Dreams
which by definition
are not yet real
but which are also
Sustaining
as we moment
through.
So our predicament:
the inaccessible Past
the Fleeting now extinct Now
and the Non-Existent Future;
so exactly where are we
in thinking about this-
well, said the Physicist
we are popping in and out of existence
therefore suffer from Physical Uncertainty
and therefore poof, even this sentence is gone
even before it reaches the period.
Lonnie Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-past-a-present-and-it-seems-dreams/
