Here Now There Then

By what journey

What navigation

What inordinate guidance

Might those of the There Then

Find their way back to the Here Now?

The past remains such a lure

A fear of the unknown

Often with scars still bleeding

Amidst the many that refuse to open their eyes

Trusting instead

The lethargic comfort

Of the opaque blackness of the past.

Such sadness…

Will envelop those who remain convinced

Blooming can never become a harvest

Budding is lost to the gales of the past

Seeding but the scattering of hopelessness.

That “parting is not such sweet sorrow,”

But without resistance,

The sealing of doors of a new coalescence

A separation of touch and breath

The vacuum of one’s airless floating

In a walled-off future

Without the here now

Willing to gasp at the new air

The new possibility.

One must…

Believe whatever is not the worst thing

That ever happened to itself.

How glorious

The possibilities

For those willing

To embrace the here now

Allowing the then there

To just be that…

A vacuum of flotation

Expunged.