adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Now, a poem

NOW

There is no now,
no present, only
a line between
past and future,

a knife edge cleaving
what was from what
will be. Who can
live there, stand

on such a blade?
We may divide
then from then.
We may say that

is in the past.

Was that not we?
Will it not be
we tomorrow?

It remains
one life, our life,
and in the end
there is no now.

Stephen Brooke ©2012

A bit of a poem, probably about as much as it's ever going to be. Obviously, I don't like being told to 'live in the now.' :)

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