How can I live in now
when past and future are so jittery
keep worming in and
chattering insinuating static
at the edges of
this clear warm perfect day
The sun an embrace
the softest, freshest little wind
lifts my hair,
breathes over my face
The past comes back:
some love
in a spring like this
did just these things the day is doing
now
as I sit on a rock
alone
