My Father's Now

I'll live my life here in this Now,
for now. The Thens are looming
and Whens may make me shake & bow
but glooms are always dooming.

So, speak of Thens, I will, but when
I do they tend to wander
who knows where. They're out. They're in.
But which? I often ponder.

I'm loath to leave. This Now of mine
is really rather splendid.
The very air does seem to shine
and time has been suspended.

 

(c) 2000-2003 Karen Schirmer