Imaginations

What is "past"?
Can I find "future"?
I look at You 
in the golden morning light, Your 
silent stillness in which 
waking bird songs sing, 
distant traffic hums, 
a dog yells "wake up!"
This now-ness is alive;
There is nothing else. 
Your immediacy opens each moment 
like a rose,
like this breath 
giving way to 
this one, 
now to this one.
Ahhhh...
We are so here, 
together, 
now.
I can't find time 
for imaginations of 
things 
that 
don't 
exist.


Carol Barrow
March, 2017