NOW

 

We come from the half-light of

the past

to plunge into the darkness of

the future.

 

What a strange light

this of present life

that sweeps as if from a beacon

the blackness of what

does not yet exist,

opening with its silver’s edge

a path to the vanishing trail

of memories!

 

I still remember

what I was yesterday,

but the word “tomorrow”

wraps with its white cotton

the mystery of what

doesn’t exist yet.

 

What an extraordinary power

I share with the rest of universe

here and now being!

 

I am writing

in silence my poem,

but one could also look at it like this:

I exist now.

 

 

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