Today though the tomorrow of yesterday Is no longer tomorrow only today But then tomorrow never comes anyway
Living in the future in tomorrow's past Yesterday's tomorrow came today at last I am happy to be here in any case The future seems to me a familiar place As though today seems to be yesterday's more
But you and I have never been now before Tomorrow might say that today was the day I died for all I know as it slipped away
No before nor after now only today So I will make the most of it I will do My best today as I share this now with you And timely it is to ride the sweeping hands Of the clock of now with one who understands:
That we are not going anywhere That still in the moment we are there For here in the now is everywhere
Hands brush its face while time smiles on the same Somehow The paintings change yet not the golden frame Of now
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
A most beautiful, intriguing write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.