now, is

what if this life
is only now
in the moment
as I think of it

what if you
are only
because I see you
right now

right now is gone
in the instant
that I wrote it

there it is …
no
it’s gone again

what can I capture

is there an adequate jar
a sufficient
stopper

is it any kind
of wonder
I grow tired
living only
in these never-ending instants
back-to-back
to-back-to-back

it takes no time
no time at all
yet
there is no peace
from being
if this life
is only


© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #19: finding the colour

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