The Now

Why do all the lines and meanings,

And the chapters of the story,

The mysterious rhyme and rhythm,

The elusive glance at glory,

Visions from the new beginnings,

Memories of lost tomorrows,

Images... imaginations...

Notions of our joys and sorrows,

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Come before me when my time

Is fleeting by me, as I sense it...

Come upon me, when I cannot

Sit to ponder?

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I have more important things, it seems,

To do, that I may live and think,

And then wait again

For those inconvenient surges...

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A blink of the mind, a start of the heart,

The nudge from the Spirit,

A spark from the soul...

They come in my dreams,

And unsettle the whole.

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I try to look back, but then, I must go,

For those damned important duties,

The currents of the ebb and flow,

Keep me going, keep me doing,

Keep me swaying to and fro.

r. nuñez, 1987