'With this ring <br />I do thee wed' <br />the preacher said; <br /> <br />and all I could think of <br />was how beautiful <br />the pictures would be <br /> <br />and the stories I would have <br />for my guy friends. <br /> <br />and those <br />future memories; <br /> <br />and did not hear <br />clearly <br />the call for the ring, <br /> <br />I was not present <br />in that moment <br />to feel. <br /> <br />So it was with me and <br />many of us <br />being anywhere <br />but where we are; <br />any time but present time <br />any place <br />but this space. <br /> <br />Always outside our time; <br /> <br />and what is real is only <br /> <br />what can be purchased <br />bought <br />or experienced <br />in the future <br />or the past. <br />So I am still guessing <br />what is real?<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-ring/
