The Essence of Now
Borne on the currents
of our five senses,
it sponges the outer layer
of our minds.
There are no crevices
where it can settle, no pores
it can seep through
to nurture our spirits
and sustain our bodies.
We gather around the spire
of midnight; fold our past
indiscretions into narrow
grooves of forgetfulness
and begin painting today
with a flourish
trying to conceal our fears
about the moment
when now
disappears.
© Copyright 2003 Laryalee Fraser
Published in Write-Away-Poetry
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