I can hardly wait
for the next moment
and yet the present
demands its due;
to listen to the house sigh,
to see the floor’s peace,
to feel soap – warm on pots,
to smell wine’s fruit,
to taste labour.
Now beckons.
And when I
slip now on
like the well-tailored
time it is, You
settle my past, You
unsettle my future.
Now beckons.
Each breath in
I am
Each breath out
still here
Between each
now.
“You settle my past, and unsettle my future… ” This made me love it even more, well-tailored verses. God Bless. 😇
Thanks for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
glad you slipped on now long enough to pen these verses!
Thanks much…
The thought of slipping on Now like “well-tailored time” is perfect; meaningful, alliterative, poetic. This is really quite a poem, and a good reminder for me in these days when I’m trying to fit in new activities and keep having the “I can’t do this I don’t have time EEECK!” feeling.
It also reminds me of a favorite from a different sort of poet — Jimmy Buffett’s “I Love the Now. I’d forgotten what good morning music that is!
I’ve never hear this song – thanks for the introduction! Good luck with your new activities and finding the balance that makes life a joy. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.