The diaphanous present,
lines of microseconds strung up
to form the quasi-solid line we call life,
fading as they appear.
Specks hidden in the grand scape of things
as in Seurat's paintings.
Inconsequential, yet with the delicate power
to shape the future.
Countries, empires built
from every moment of the now.
Ephemeral opportunities
pushed into the flowing current past
in an incessant cycle.
So, what do you plan on doing
with the next one?
YOU ARE READING
INCANDESCENT and other poems
PoetryA collection of some of my own poetry which I feel contribute to a common narrative - the idea of living and the search for beauty in the natural world, in moments of the now, and in things we take for granted. It is the Romantics belief that all po...
