With Me or Without

This 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
and 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 I'll only hold it close