Now
Once upon a then not long ago
enough the nows became
delicious, and every other then
took on its flat feel of “My,
how I have wasted…” Yes,
yes, you are who you are
because of blah, blah, blah—
all that dullness, too, that
boredom. But now you can
love the nows, love those
who show you, look forward
to a better later, even risk missing
this now or the next. Today’s
faint sun struggles to cast
yesterday’s delicate warmth—
but because it is now
here’s its half-fazing glow
through filtering clouds
and its more mottled effect
on water and the water’s still
steady sound and this alighting
bird who fans the translucent
arc of her tail feathers
through which you can see
the occasion you call now.
Bionote
D. R. James, retired from nearly 40 years of teaching college writing, literature, and peace studies, lives with his psychotherapist wife in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. His latest of ten collections is Mobius Trip (Dos Madres Press). https://www.amazon.com/author/drjamesauthorpage
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