Now is gone a moment, then it’s back.
The nose knows now, your precious eyes play tricks.
Between the past and future, now’s the crack.

Now’s always the time for politics.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 04, 2012 @ 00:24:46

    The cups of tea I drank in the past and the cups of tea I will drink in the future do not taste as good as the one that stands in front of me now. In fact, they have no taste at all ‘cos only now is real.

    Zen thought comes over time and time again in your poetry.


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