“A poem about living in the now.”

The light coming out of this day is from one morning
Not the billion mornings before, but this one.
It’s hard for me to see just one sometimes.
Because I see stairs.
I see forests.
I see oceans and the piles of past.
It’s hard to count to just one
When there is two, three four.
But, today is one day.
It will start as creation,
a dream blooming from sleep

Because it is happening now –
Feel the fresh exhaust of the last trillion years pour into this minute.
Feel the future pull our blood forward.
Feel every pebble of oxygen bouncing in you…

Together, the minutes are falling one by one into pools
paddling as lost warriors into the distance..
But each has fought the war to get in line.
Each has waited for too long.

So break something.
Push the molecules where you stand.
Force fire to light some inspiration in your eye.
Make a minute worth that minute.
The past is gone.
But, the present is here in every ounce.