I really believe this, but it needs constant reminding because all my instincts are otherwise. |
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With Me or WithoutThis probably sounds like thinly disguised complaint and maybe is, I have complained before of lesser things No matter, it has to do with moments, what they mean, if they exist at all outside of speculation Because I have this prejudice that the moment may be all we have, everything before just history, a memory at best and what’s to come is merely hope, dressed differently no doubt than we would have it, unrecognizable, but ours If it doesn’t fit, we wear it anyway So life perhaps is in the moment and only there Decades of moments,, yet only moments still And there’s comfort in this thought, redemption of a sort Fear is forward and not here yet, maybe won’t arrive at all Regret is past and needn’t darken the light of this time now And so I’ll wrap myself in that and call it good enough Philosophy’s a tiresome thing and I hope you’ll excuse my Haste, but my moment’s moving on, with me or without The act of now takes all I’ve got, a concentrated skill, a silky skirt against my face, if only I’ll hold it close |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |