Moments are so tragic; <br />each to pass from Now <br />to the indelible Used To Be so quickly; <br />to pass Out Of Existence. <br /> <br />Even Joy is moment-to-momentary <br />must be renewed each Now <br />to avoid its demise into the Used To Be. <br /> <br />Sad goes from my face Now <br />and is forever preserved and entombed <br />in the great Has Happened Already- <br />an Iron, unrelenting destiny. <br /> <br />There is no Un-Sad <br />which can undo grief <br />once occurred it sinks <br />into the <br />Last Moment's abyss; <br /> <br />it goes instantly into <br />the Walled-off <br />never to be retrieved. <br /> <br />How sad. <br />The Past <br />happens so soon <br />and is never reconvened. <br /> <br />Future Yet is so malleable <br />and promising- <br />tragic past is forever engraved- <br />in Soul-Stone. <br /> <br />Now is all we have <br />and the in-between; <br />like air <br />cannot be captured <br />before it is gone; <br />happily <br />or sadly. <br />leaving us only <br />with <br />Future Dreams <br />which by definition <br />are not yet real <br />but which are also <br />Sustaining <br />as we moment <br />through. <br /> <br />So our predicament: <br />the inaccessible Past <br />the Fleeting now extinct Now <br />and the Non-Existent Future; <br />so exactly where are we <br />in thinking about this- <br />well, said the Physicist <br />we are popping in and out of existence <br />therefore suffer from Physical Uncertainty <br />and therefore poof, even this sentence is gone <br />even before it reaches the period.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-past-a-present-and-it-seems-dreams/
